So, my husband comes up the stairs and brings me a package and says, "Here. It was outside. Did you order anything?" and I say, "Nothing that I can remember, but it's always possible." So he gives me a media-mail envelope which CLEARLY feels like a book, perhaps from my Amazon wishlist, and sure enough, it's The Age of Homespun. There was no note, no message, and no one told me I was getting anything. Thank you, O mystery book gifter. I look forward to reading it over the holiday.
Wednesday, December 24, 2008
On the mad present crafting front, my coworkers liked their gnomey ornaments, and yesterday, J and I made decorated molded sugar flower-cubes, and decorated sugar cubes with Christmas-y flowers. We also made bathbombs. I dare say I added a bit too much liquid and the domes now look like silicone breast implants. Oh bother.
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