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A Makeshift Christmas: Paper Snowflakes



You all know how to make paper snowflakes right? Well I made a whole load of them to hang up in Mikey's room.




Don't they look lovely?

I purposefully made them more intricate than regular paper snowflakes, it's fiddly but you just cut in swirls and things instead of the normal triangles when making your snowflake. I used coloured craft paper, it's a little thicker than regular paper so I had to use real sharp scissors to cut out the pattern.




Then I attached some twine to the curtain on each window, this would have been easier if w had curtain poles. Using some old clothespegs I attached to snowflakes to the twine.

Mikey loved it, he said "Ooooooh!" and wanted daddy to pick him up to look at it.

I started sewing some of my stuffed fabric ornaments last night. Tried to crochet and failed miserably, it's surprisingly difficult for a left hander to follow right handed patterns, I kept getting very confused.

When I do my laundry later I'm also going to be felting some woolen snowballs. Still lots to do but I'm getting closer every day! Really enjoying making all of our decorations, I must admit though that we cheated a little and bought some little handcarved wooden ornaments from the Weinachtmarkt on Saturday evening. We couldn't resist, they were so cute!

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I am a 24 year old British stay at home mother to a two year old boy. Married to a U.S. soldier and currently living in Germany.

I have seen the Vatican from the very top of St Peter's Basilica, the mud in the World War I trenches outside Ypres. I have walked through Montmartre side streets bustling with people in the evening, gotten lost in the streets of Greenwich Village NYC, run through cornfields on the Welsh border and sat outside with a cup of tea watching fireflies in the fields of the outer Chicago suburbs.

I have held the hands of others through addiction, fear, suicide, despair and come out the other side. I have left everything behind to begin anew.
I have fought mental illness and walked through snow in the mountains of the lake district, England. I have explored the morgue in the bowels of an abandoned hospital on a summer evening, climbed to the top of scaffolding on the outside of a five floor warehouse to look at the city lights of Nottingham at night and I have watched the sun setting on the Texas horizon.

I have held my son's tiny hand through the plastic window on an isolette in the NICU ward. Walked, speaking only in whispers, through the catacombs beneath the ground on the outskirts of Rome and seen the fireworks over Heidelberg castle.

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