HOME MADE -and proud of it

salt dough ornaments

Perusing Pinterest with a purpose can lead to an unparalleled plethora of promising posts from popular and not so popular pinners.  And that’s where the inspiration for this blog comes from.  After hours of peeking into the homes of complete strangers and jealously lusting over everyone else’s Christmasy wonderlands, I actually got the “pintch” to add a few home-made treasures to the 40 + years of decorations that are already  stored in the attic.  I am happy to report that the project was successful and strangely satisfying from start to finish.  I am a proud creator of the humble salt dough ornament.  These little beauties will be my napkin rings/place settings, gift tags, tree ornaments, hostess gifts and whatever else I can think of for this holiday season.

Recipe (you can handle it)

1/2 cup salt

1/2 cup water

1 cup flour

Mix and squish it all up and knead it until you like the texture (this is the fun part).  Then roll it out and cut it with cookie cutter.  DON’T FORGET TO PUT HOLE IN TOP FOR HANGER.  Bake in oven on ungreased cookie sheet at 250Degrees for 2 hours (kind of hard to wait).

Now you can decorate before or you can decorate after (and the choices are endless).  I love stamping the dough before it goes into the oven.  Then painting, marking and glazing, each piece after it cools completely.

I think I like the plain white ones the best.  I went over the letters with a gold felt tip marker and then covered the whole thing with a gel glaze paint.  The “ribbon” is kitchen string.  Go on – You know you want to try it!

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And if your ornaments are a disaster you can always put them on this hysterical site for pinterest failures of all sorts.


Big Daddy and Popcorn trees

Popcorn trees

The sun goes down,

the earth goes round,

another year has gone.

The children at the Montessori school sing this little ditty when it’s someone’s birthday.  The birthday child holds a globe and ceremoniously walks around a lit candle, one circle for each year of life.

We’ve had eighteen rotations now.  Eighteen times that the earth has travelled around the sun.  Eighteen summers, winters, autumns and springs.  I know this because the popcorn tress are in full blossom again and they remind me.

All winter long, the Bradford Pear hides its identity under bare limbs of plain gray bark.  The month of March arrives with just the right amount of spirit and light and suddenly, in an instant, the kernels of hope burst into blossom and radiant splendor.

Eighteen years ago, my father shed his earthly disguise and the popcorn trees remember.