I have sworn off homemade Christmas gifts this year and I think my husband is relieved. In past years, I have come up with a simple idea to make something special for my grandkids, but somehow, after I entered the walls of Michaels or JoAnn's, and I'm still trying to figure out how they do this, I become convinced I am the craftiest person on the planet and my simple idea suddenly becomes very elaborate and very expensive and v-e-r-y time-consuming.
No more individually designed story books, where they were the hero/heroine, who had all sorts of amazing adventures. Gone, too, is "The Giving Game", which taught the meaning of Christmas. (Although it included an endowment from me, it required a lot of parental participation, for which I'm not sure my kids have yet forgiven me.) Wave good-bye to the mini-Christmas trees and on and on.
The good news is that my husband makes candles and sells them every weekend at the flea market. His best sellers include his "classy series", which is very pretty and includes a wide variety of delicious scents, from gardenia to monkey farts (banana) and his "redneck series", which consists of scented candles poured into beer cans. ("No beer was wasted in the making of this candle!"
Amazingly, both sell equally well!
I like his redneck coasters, which are 5" slices from a tree branch and I am thinking of combining a set coasters with a candle. Now, which candle?
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I intend to live forever. So far, so good.