Back in the day (probably starting when we were 9-10 years old), my sister and I would create a little craft station in the back room of the basement. We'd set up the crusty old card table, get out our glue guns, and get our craft on. We'd make all kinds of little things for the relatives. One year we made tons of plaster of Paris magnets, molded into little shapes and painted. Another year we made these little noodle angel ornaments. Another year doily angel ornaments. We would craft away, burning away all the feeling in our fingers with that hot glue gun and loving every minute of it (well I did anyway). I still have a couple survivors…
Every year I wish I could do all homemade Christmas gifts. But reality catches up with me instead. This year I'm not doing much homemade, so I'm remembering those days of the basement craft station fondly and missing my sister. And working on the family photo calendar, which is almost homemade... at least it takes FOREVER to put together and is most certainly a labor of love. Okay, that's homemade enough for me.
Also... if you ever want to make a legion of noodle angels, I can hook you up :)
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