I soon discovered for maximum coverage, we had to shake shake shake that glitter like a parmesan cheese fanatic over a pizza. The result? Glittery, yes, but really, really fuzzy glitter. We ended up flocking the danged things.
We're afraid to pick them up! Glitter overboard! Glitter everywhere! On the floor. On the cat. On our non-existent living room furniture. But by Maude, they're glittery and we had fun. And I still have glitter in places glitter has no business being.
I also participated in the Secret Santa exchange via lillyella. I received two fabulous presents in a beautiful gift bag from Bonnie Jobe of Farmgirl Musings. Just take a look at the lovely gift bag!
Oooh, but let's take a closer look -- that bird has a real feather!
How clever is that? I adore packaging like this. To me, it says, "I care and take pride in what I make, and about YOU." So when I package my jewelry, I like to pretty it up, too.
So what was inside? First, a divine evening bag she made.
That rose is to DIE for, isn't it? And I love pearls. I have NO evening bags, and end up handing Rick things to shove in his jacket pockets when we go out, so I'm very happy with my present!
But wait! There's more!
She made me fingerless gloves! (And look at that CARD!). Now, the reason I'm so gaga over the gloves is because my hands freeze, but I hate putting on gloves because my cuticles are an absolute mess from making jewelry. Dragging cloth over them is like torture. And while I know how to knit, and Before Jewelry I knitted sweaters copiously, I have only knitted one fingerless glove. Not a pair. One glove. And it didn't fit. I must have bound it off wrong or just am a major backwards screw-up (I can make a cable sweater, but not a fingerless glove?) so I gave up.
Lots of excitement over these lovelies. Many, many thanks to Bonnie!
Now -- what about the Secret Elf Wrapping Room?
This morning, Zack said he heard "lots of noise" coming from our old bedroom upstairs, but the door was shut. "But Mom," he said, "the lights were on!"
Darn. I thought he was asleep when I was holed up wrapping presents and watching reruns of "The Office". Elves like to watch Dwight Shrute, right?
"Ah," I said. "That must have been the Christmas Elves."
"Do what?" he asked with that look on his face. You know that look. It's the look that says, "I'm pretty sure you're pulling my leg, but I hope you're really not because this sounds kind of cool."
"Oh yeah, Christmas Elves," I continued nonchalantly. "Where do you think the elves wrap Christmas presents? Santa's got to have some pick-up stations along the way, you know, um, in case of accidents."
"Soooo," I said, "Only adults can go in that room, now that the door is closed. OK?"
He solemnly nodded. I know my boy. He won't peek. So I relented.
"Well. If you promise not to tell, and they aren't there, I can let you have a QUICK peek."
So I knocked. No answer. I cracked the door, and Zack peered in, then jumped back.
"Woah," he said in a hushed voice.
|photo via Paper Source|
Score one for Mom. And the elves.
And let's hope Santa has a spare in the trunk.
Lori Anderson creates jewelry and bead kits as well as collaborative mixed media art with her son, Zack. Visit her shops by clicking here. She is also the creator of the Bead Soup Blog Party® and author of the book Bead Soup.
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