Tuesday, December 9, 2008

Sudden Burst of Craftiness.

So, I adore Christmas. Well, the season, rather. I love the cold, brisk mornings (provided I am not out there too long) the cute sweaters, the cozy evenings with a cup of hot cocoa, the lights (I even like the tacky, gigantically bulbed, multi-colored ones), heck, I even like the music.

During one of these cozy evenings, Evan and I were trying to think of what to do that didn't involve leaving the relative warmth of our apartment. He looked at me warily and said, "What do you think about making gingerbread houses?"

The cause for wariness stems from the fact that I am the least domestic person you'll ever meet. I don't like to cook or bake, I have never owned any sort of scrapbooking paraphernalia, and the last time I sewed, my stuffed horse ended up with just two legs instead of four. My "projects" never come out quite right, and I think it's just better for the craft world if I don't come around and insult it.

Naturally my answer to Evan's question was, "You mean the kind that come in kits, right? The ones that you just stick together?"

I got a significant eye roll, and all of a sudden, I was attacked by a bout of craftiness. I wanted to go and get all the things needed (and then some, I realized) for making an amazing gingerbread house. So we managed to convince our roommate, Ira to join in, and we trooped off to Winco to load up on anything made with sugar. I told myself in the beginning that I would use all of the candy for the houses, and I kept my promise, for the most part.




The necessities: M&M's, gumdrops, gummy bears, choco-rocks (more on those later) three kinds of frosting, and graham crackers (this was on a college student (and fledgeling EA's)budget. Oh, and for sustenance for me, a glass of green tea.





This wonder of the world is a choco-rock. We found them at Winco and I had visions of a pathway to my house, along with stone pillars...I actually do love architecture, and if I had any sort of a penchant for math, I would have probably wanted to be one. As it stands, however, my math skills are nonexistant, so choco-rock pillars it would be.


Evan concentrating on his task at hand. He had actually done this before. Ira and I had never even tried this and were actually failing miserably on the other side of the table.


Ev actually managed to finish his basic house before Ira and I even had three walls up. Yeah, that open space? "It's a sun deck. I'll make a railing soon."

Proof that I was a graham cracker building failure. This was my second wall, and when I started to attach the third one, it just broke off. Maybe it's a good thing I never went into architecture. Then again, the Great Wall must have lost a few stones, right?



This is what we call Karma. Evan rushed the building of his silly deck, and the whole second story of his house fell on his Gummy Bear BBQ. I get the biggest kick out of the surprised expression on the red gummy bear. He just seems to be saying, "oh dear..."



This was Ira's house. We looked away, and when we looked back, his house looked as if the the Keibler Elves had thrown up on it.

We were amazed that the roof didn't collapse from the sheer weight of peanut-filled M&M's.

When I got tired of repairing collapsing walls, I made a snowman out of gumdrops.

This was my door, and while my dreams of an amazing, decorative, choco-rock pathway didn't come completely true, I still think it's cute.

Evan's finished house. He has since eaten all the gumdrop shrubs, the M&M railing to his sun deck, as well as the gummy bear inhabitants of the deck, and is now eyeing Ira's landscaping.

I'm sorry for the blur. I despise flash, and our apartment manager doesn't understand the need for decent lighting lest there be an amateur photographer living in unit 302. Anyway, here were the (now deceased) inhabitants of Evan's house. Evan is quite crafty, and I need to point out the orange bear workin' it on the black jellybean bbq.

Again, the blur. I'll write a strongly worded letter to the management later. As for now, just take note of Evan's little garage and car he made while he waited for Ira and I to try, yet again, to put a roof on our houses.

My finished home. I went with the open-air attic, haha. Easier to find things, I think, when all the daylight streams straight into your attic.


The finished subdivision. I think these homes will go for anywhere in the low 300 thousands to the 450 range (that right there was my immense pride in myself for doing something remotely crafty and it coming out relatively tolerable, and my love for the HGTV channel.)

I think this could become some sort of tradition.
Hi everyone! So it's been a busy couple of weeks, what with Thanksgiving, Black Friday, Middle School Tweenager Wrangling, and trying to stay sane. I've been having a bit a rough patch lately, mainly dealing with things that are far beyond my control but being far too stubborn to admit it, and it has resulted in my reading every one else's blog but skittering away from the trouble of writing in my own.

Luckily, it's Finals Week here in sleepy little Corvallis, and it means the majority of my (still) college-attending friends have holed themselves in their apartments or the Valley Library to cram 10 weeks of material in 5 days, so I have found myself with a little free time to write.

Before the dreaded Finals Week hit, Evan, our roommate Ira and I had a few fun times.

We actually decided to have our own Thanksgiving, a week early. We are always out of food anyway, and this way, we figured, we'd have a lot of leftover food to keep us until the actual day of Gluttony.

What's more funny is that I don't cook. Not at all. Maybe toast, if I'm feeling inspired. But, I did manage to make our mashed potatoes. I'm not sure the boys trusted me with anything else.





Evan made apple pie from scratch, and it was fantastic. I did, however, make the apron in a sudden burst of craftiness.



The next two are just of the wonderful fall colors we get the pleasure of seeing everyday outside our apartment.

And, since it is a Tuesday, I decided to share a song that has helped me through my rocky, too-stubborn-to-realize-I-can't-do-anything-about-it-now moments.




More posts to come! Including one where I had another sudden and unexpected attack of craftiness!