I can't go too many days without doing something creative. I wanted to try something different than my usual soldering. I took some scotch packing tape, applied it over color copies of some ephemera I had created in Photoshop. These were then soaked in warm water for a few minutes, which softened the paper so it could be removed. What was left was a transparent transfer which I applied to some tall bottles I had purchased at Tai Pan for $1.98 each. Pretty inexpensive project!
Wednesday, December 30, 2009
Tuesday, December 29, 2009
Monday, December 28, 2009
Sunday, December 27, 2009
Christmas Flu
A bunch of us got an unwanted post-Christmas present: the flu. This is what I had to eat on Sunday - ice chips in the evening. Along with the flu I received another gift: a cold. I really think that getting the flu three times and a cold twice in the space of two months is a little much. Hopefully Santa will grant my wish for good health this coming year.
Saturday, December 26, 2009
Tree Skirt
Wendy and I went to Tai Pan the day after Christmas. I've had my eye on this tree skirt for a few weeks, but refused to pay full price, as it was quite expensive. I got the last one.
Friday, December 25, 2009
Christmas Day
Christmas 2009 - all the fam, one cat and one dog...
Lacie Kay
Hazel, and Wendy's cat, Romeo.
Nap time!
At the end of a great day... I am NOT a cat lover, period. And Wendy's cat doesn't take to most people, but for some reason, he thought I was the "cat's meow."
Thursday, December 24, 2009
Christmas Tradition
One of our Christmas morning traditions is having everyone gather for breakfast - kind of the "stand up or sit anywhere," as everyone is arriving 'about' the same time and it's crazy. We eat, then open presents. The breakfast tradition is Oven French Toast (eggs, orange juice and honey), which is made the day before and sits in the fridge overnight. I filled four baking sheets this year. Served with maple or blueberry syrup or jam, real butter, of course, and eggnog, this has been our Christmas breakfast since the kids were small.
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