This week I made my brother’s Fancy Dress Costume. I have three younger brothers and seeing as how I do so much craft anyways, I was given the responsibility of making my 14-year-old brother’s fancy dress party costume this year. He spends so much time on his Facebook that I decided to make him this:
He looked hilarious in it and by the end of the night his arms were dying. But I’m pretty sure it was worth it.
My favourite part is the friend request from Barack Obama. Or maybe the wall post from GaGa.
This week I made my first attempt at getting Christmassy. The Christmas catalogues have arrived, Arthur Christmas comes out in a few days, and I’m wearing two jumpers… its time to get my Christmas on. I started out by beginning my Advent Advent Calendar. I started on the 5th of November and will open one flap a day to count down until the day I can start my real advent Calendar. I have to say, I’m pretty proud of the idea. And yes, I am planning to copyright it and sell it to Hallmark.
This week I made a rainbow cake.
Some people dream of being an Oscar winning actress, some people dream of winning an Olympic gold medal, some people dream of kissing Ryan Gosling… Me? My lifelong dream has been to bake a Rainbow Cake. 7 different coloured sponge cakes, each one lined with white creamy icing and surrounded by a thick layer of frosting. (If you didn’t just run to the fridge to find something to eat, I’m not sure you’re human.)
So when I was given the responsibility of making my Dad’s birthday cake this week, I decided it was time to stop dreaming and get baking. It wasn’t as technically hard as I thought it would be but it did take a very long time and a lot of washing up. The best moment about the whole Rainbow Cake experience is the moment you cut into the white icing and see the 6 colours hidden inside – it was definitely worth it. I used Martha Stewarts recipe but made mine using a square baking tray instead of circular. The cake not only looked lovely, it was also extremely yummy and I’m pretty sure eating the rainbow is a lot luckier than finding the pot of gold at the end of it.
This week I made the decision not to care that I was the only (and when I say only, I don’t mean one of the only, I mean literally the one and only) person in my school wearing a Halloween costume. And of course this wouldn’t have mattered if I was just wearing cat ears or maybe a tiny pare of vampire teeth, but no, I was fully going for it. Devil horns, huge red tutu, swirly lines on my face, ripped up black shirt, ripped up black tights, blood everywhere, it looked awesome. I strode into school, head held high, ready to take my crown for Best Halloween Costume in the school.
But alas, instead of finding an army of cats, witches and devils, I find jeans, t-shirts, v-neck jumpers, trainers and confused stares. It was a disaster. A full on Mean Girls style disaster. A ‘this only happens in films on the Disney Channel’ style disaster. And that’s when it hit me, I didn’t really care! I don’t have many friends at this school, I only moved there a few months ago and let’s just say the other students aren’t exactly into knitting and greys anatomy but more into drugs and belts worn as skirts, I don’t really fit in. But instead of running to the bathroom, calling my mum and washing off my garish Halloween make up, I held my head high, puffed up my tutu, and tried to wear by devil costume with (slightly wounded) pride.
This week I made myself learn to crochet. “Because crochet is easy, right, and I’m so good at knitting, so how hard can crochet be? It’s just like knitting but instead of needles you have a hook, this will take me like an hour, I could do this in my sleep, I will be queen of crochet. I can totally do this.” 4. Hours. Later… WHAT IS THE MATTER WITH CROCHET? WHY IS IT SO HARD? WHAT DOES SC MEAN? WHAT IS WRONG WITH ME! I HAVE FAILED AS A HUMAN BEING. So to sum up, I think I’ll save crochet till I’m a little older, wiser and better at accepting failure.
This week I made this tiny owl for my Dad. Because seriously… Everyone needs a tiny owl in their lives.
All images from my camera.