a claystopmation Christmas card

(treat like a flip book. don't peak ahead)

Christmas love from me to you. 

 I done made that. I even hand modeled for it.

#onblitzen

It's that time of year when the world falls in love and every song you hear seems to say: have yourself a merry little Christmas. Of course that can be interpreted many different ways, but when you're not home for Christmas break and you're at school everyday with little kids for whom having sugar plums dancing in their heads is a constant state leading up to Christmas; it means you should have a party. A themed party. A 'Twas the Night Before Hipster Christmas Christmas party. Jingle all the way. And that's for sure. And who can resist a themed party in the past and present? Not me. No way, no how. 

mason jar snow globes. we're so hip, we didn't even bake the clay that created the characters in the snowy landscape.
Vegan snowmen? ndic (no duh, it's Christmas)

   All I want for Christmas is you, wearing flannel, tortoise shell glasses bought to save shelter animals, brogues and every layer in your closet. All ironically, of course. And irony became our second middle name, with yuletide being the first. Obviously we rediscovered the ancient European tradition of yuletide magic   from an old book we found in the used bookstore. So, it's pretty obscure and pretty exclusive.

The tree was cut down in the woods. With a vintage axe. It's a rare kind of Christmas tree.
It has the kind of character trees people only read about in Dickens novellas.

#onblitzen (am I right?)

But mason jar snow globes and vegan snowmen weren't the only uber exclusive, handmade and free sourced things created this yule festive eventide. One word: claystopmation. And a new kind of Christmas card was born. Stay tuned for that. 

There was a bit of sabbatical between the last post and this current post. I wouldn't say anything on account of the fact that as of now my mom really is the only person still holding out hope for a new post on this blog. But I'm saying something so things can start anew at this twinkling, magical time of year, with a new outfit for the blog and a writer that is more ok with being graduated than was the truth in the past year. So, here we go!