Hair candy for niece. And yes, it drives me nuts that I didn't punch the holes straight so the bobby pins are mounted crooked.
Button bracelet for mom made with glass depression era buttons. Or at least that's what the eBay seller promised me.
More vintage glass buttons, I'm stashing for the future Etsy shop, The Automat.
The holidays were great, as I hope yours were! But the kids need to detox from the constant IV of sweets and presents the grandparent's hooked them up to. And I'll try to dry them out as soon as I find them behind the army of Polly Pockets and Transformers that have taken over the house.
And I cut of the tip of my index finger off trying to slice up an orange with a new kitchen knife. Ouch. I don't think the angels are coming for me yet - though I do have a new ghost story;
When son was about 2 you couldn't talk him out of the idea that there was a little boy with curly hair hiding in the house somewhere. One morning he woke up to tell me that the same little boy kept wanting to climb in bed with us (Yea, we sorta kinda did the family bed with son.). Son said he told the little boy, "You can't this is my bed." and he went away. He never talked about him again.
Daughter, who is now 2, has been saying there is a ghost in her bed for the past week. We sort of brushed it off, but yesterday I asked "What did they look like?". Sure enough, a little boy with the same curly hair that son described. "What did he want?", I asked. "He's looking for his daddy's ghost." (Fingers in my ears) La la la la la la.