Two days ago, there was no snow. Like most people, I was disappointed because, even though I don’t celebrate Christmas, there is something special about a white Christmas. That’s what Christmas looks like in story books, after all.
Yesterday, it snowed, giving us the following:
And, naturally, there’s no Christmas for my family without a trip to Starbucks; the only Starbucks in the area that remains open on Christmas Day. Clearly, we were not the only ones.
While I do feel badly for the employees who have to work, I hope they’re happy knowing that they’re making the rest of us happy.
Merry Christmas to all, and to all a good night!
Disclaimer: We did not invent this. There are actually people who sell these on Etsy. My sister made one a couple years ago.
Nevertheless, E and I were rather proud of our record bowl. I’m the first to admit that I’m not an artistic person, so it should come as no surprise that we made multiple attempts at making our bowl. E and I are, unfortunately, perfectionists. When we asked for advice before beginning, my sister told us not to worry. She said that the record would be quite pliable, and she was right.
How to make your very own record bowl so you don’t have to buy one on Etsy (honestly, people make money on these things?!):
-Preheat oven to 225º
-Place a glass bowl face down on a cookie sheet and lay the record on top
-Place cookie sheet/bowl/record on bottom rack of oven for 4-8 minutes
-Remove from oven. The record will have dropped down around the sides of the bowl and will be flexible. Shape the record however you’d like. Hold in place for a few minutes to let record harden
-Flip record over and marvel at your handiwork!
Happy bowl making!
I started following a blog a few weeks ago about writing. A recent post from this blog suggested keeping a list of five things you’re grateful for each and every day. I read this right before Thanksgiving, which may have influenced my decision to give it a try. (Try it – it certainly brightens the bad days and acts as a culminating reflection on the good ones.) I don’t really think I’m enough of a writer to be following a professional writers blog, but one of my favorite aspects about blogging is that it’s somewhat anonymous; anonymous in the sense that we can reinvent and recreate ourselves and no one’s the wiser. When it all comes down to it, no one knows who I am or what I am; readers only know what writers choose to share, and who’s to say it’s all true?
My roommate, on the other hand, is an excellent writer and actually gets paid to write, which makes her not only a great writer, but also a professional. In addition to her superior command of the written word, she (let’s call her E) is also rather creative. E is lucky enough to have an equally creative boyfriend (we’ll call him T) who visited from Austin, Texas last week. Bored on a recent cold, gray day (also known as this past Monday) E and T decided to work some magic on house. Within a couple hours, they transformed our porch from a porch into easily the most festive porch I have since a music and arts festival this summer.
In E’s words, “These will look good in June, too, right?” I’d say so.