Welcome to my Countdown to Christmas Series. To start at the beginning, click here. I sent my deployed fiance a box with a paper, pin-up Christmas tree and 24 small packages, one for each day until Christmas. Daily (or nearly daily) I will be blogging about the day's surprise!
Let me begin this post with thanking you all so much for your comments and kind words. I really appreciate knowing when you all like or are going to try a craft or recipe about which I've posted. However, today, I'm posting, a grotesque excuse for a craft.
Please don't try to make me feel better about this awful attempt. It's horrible. I know it's horrible. No spin or kind words will make it look any less horrible.
So please, sit back and enjoy this sad, sad excuse for an ornament. I know I've gotten a boatload of much-needed comedy relief from it.
First, let's look at the goal. When I pinned this ornament, I thought it was absolutely adorable. In fact, I decorated one of John's letters like a carved tree (see it here). You can feel the hope and excitement radiating from my (poorly capitalized and punctuated) description. Oh, the possibilities and cuteness this idea held!
And here's my sad attempt:
Bask in the ugliness of that photo. There's no sugar-coating that. It's plainly the work of some demented, blind North Pole elf. John's already living and working in a war zone. He shouldn't be further traumatized by the sorriest Christmas ornament ever. I sent it, though, because I had run out of time to make another, better ornament. Despite it's obvious failure, John hung it on his paper tree.
He's a keeper.