If This Social Work Thing Doesn't Work Out, I Can Always Fall Back On Decorative Floral Arrangements
Lisa has a thing for the holidays. Because she's pregnant and moody, needing occasional presents to boost her mood, and because I occasionally entertain some corny notions about the holidays as well, I decided to add to the Christmas decorations in the apartment by buying Lisa some shiny new holiday flounce.
Kyle and I decided to check out Michael's (a craft store) today after eating lunch to find something that could sit on a shelf or hang on a wall. After critiquing the wreaths and the garland, our inner crafters got the best of us and we decided to build our own centerpiece. This turned into quite the task as we are not the crafting types. Kyle is the spray-painting type and although I have a secret desire to own a ceramic Christmas villiage, you won't find me near any macrame toaster cozies.
We searched the basket aisle, the fake flower arranging foam aisle and finally the glitter holiday-pine-cone-on-a-stick aisle. After deciding on a color scheme, we searched and chose 50 pieces of glittery gold, green and purple leaves, mistletoe and small gifts on a stick. As the grand finale, Kyle chose what can only be described as a "pimp" bird with a mohawk and bejeweled tail.
Above, please find a photo of the beautiful center piece that Kyle, Courtney and I arranged, prompting Kyle to overdose on holiday cheer and necessitating the intake of some Pepto Bismol. Anyone with tips facilitating the removal of a large amount of fine glitter from carpeting is encouraged to share their wealth of knowledge.
posted by Jenny @ 10:24 PM
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who knew one could fit the christmas spirit of three people all in one basket? well, not quite all of it as some (ie gold leaves and that large plant-like thing) are overflowing over the sides. oh, and you forgot your search through glittery-fake-fruit-on-a-stick aisle. lovely purple peaches like that don't just find themselves you know.
it's not a peach it's a plum. wait, no, it's not a plum it's a pear. sometimes i am such a moron. or maybe my love of joanna newsom is just that strong...
Just wanted to thank you for your entertaining, amusing, and even sometimes enlightetening blog. Just happened across it when "Atwater Beach" popped up on a google search for I don't recall what, so had to click over. It was nice hearing of Maryland Ave., Open Pantry, Water St., and even 27th and Wisconsin. Grew up there, and now have been gone 4 years, and do miss it. And you think YOU'RE lonely and have no friends! BTW: you may want to double-check your grammar for when you recall swimming at Devil's Lake. You wrote, "...had swam out to...". Should be "swum". Just don't want Indiana-man catching that and firing off a poorly written, grammatical error-laden tirade to you! And no, I'm not certain that there should be a hyphen between error and laden, but I like hyphens - see. Thanks again for the blog, and good luck with everything. Especially that criminal violence prof.! And did he also just RECENTLY hear about bipolar disease?! That "new-fangled" (there's that hyphen again!) affliction called bipolar disease. Did you bring him up-to-date on the plague, too? Good luck! Jack.
I LOVE the basket. It sorta looks likes a Mardi Gras hat with all the purple and green, but lovely all the same. Total props on using the word bejeweled! Fun to look at and say!
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