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I’ve been feeling greeting card happy this year. With my new job it has been difficult to take on new craft projects. This batch of greeting cards was made to prevent the inevitable craft withdrawal.
As a child, my relationship with Santa was laced with trepidation. I can ignore some of the facts; that he invaded my home while I was asleep and helped himself to my cookies. That he followed a barter system which, at his discretion, created an equal exchange rate of cookies to coal. That he sat there and monitored my choices 364 days a year. I could bare these experiences without complaint, and since he always left presents behind I assumed there was a fleck kindness in his heart. But none of these frightened the bells out of my 8 year old self quite like:
♦ taking pictures on Santa’s lap.
Here was this complete stranger (equipped with a beard I wasn’t allowed to tug on), who would only pay attention to my desired material superfluousness and not the dagger of pure FEAR IN MY EYES.
This horrid experience was documented on film. Every. Single. Year.
Here are a few of the Christmas cards I handmade this year. This overwhelmingly ambitious project developed like Gremlins in a pool. I had the intention of making ten cards for family members. Forty cards later I wasn’t even close to satisfied. A healthy mix of tediousness and therapy. A self inflicted craft obligation.
Everything was made from scrapbook paper and scrap paper. I used cookie cutters to trace many of the shapes. The greetings are quotes and jokes that I collected from the internet.
©Erica Wolfling 2014
[insert an excuse for why I haven’t published anything lately or assume that I am Batman and therefore very busy]
I save all of my prescription pill containers. There is a specific basket in my room just for the empties. I haven’t had any success finding a practical way to up-cycle these hazy orange bottles. Then I was challenged to make a nontraditional time capsule. Voila – Sparkly Pill Container/Time Capsule. I left it hidden in the medicine cabinet so that it’s rediscovery will be unexpected. Wham-bam, glitter-glam, thank-you-ma’am.