The Frankenwreath and the Wise Man

Listen up, people. I’m going to brag: I made this wreath in one night. Count ’em: ONE.


Christmas cheer, crochet-style

Of course, when you do something like make a wreath in one night, there is an inevitable trade off. In this case, it was the back:



The good news is that I can always display the Frankenwreath side on Halloween and really scare the shit out of people.

In other seasonally-related news, we took the kids to see the Griswaldian light display in Sunshine West last night and I found myself drawn one particular electro-nativity scene. While the other characters in the scene had their heads bowed in quiet contemplation, there was this one guy who was all “ZOMG!”.



Look closer. Perhaps he’s realised that he’s left the price tag on his bottle of myrhh or maybe he’s just worked out that he’s walked for six months to see a stupid baby in a barn.


“This is it??  Seriously, guys. WHAT. THE. FUCK.”

Anyway, I think the point here is that he would like us all to have a good Christmas. You know, to make up for the one he was denied.


Let’s do it for him.