Thursday, December 1, 2011
Every year I say I'm going to make an advent calendar, or at least buy one. I grew up with the kind with that resembled a little house, the kind with tiny, perforated windows that required mom's long fingernails to jimmy before we ripped them open. Each day brought us closer to Christmas. Each number revealed was likely one less aspirin mom needed to take to stave off the incessant WHEN IS CHRISTMAS? IS IT NOW? IS IT NOW? questions. (You know the calendar was invented by the really, really tired parent of cranky children. My theory.)
Every year I have good intentions. Every year I also have an empty riddling rack I picked up on an excursion to Napa. Every year I try to justify keeping the ridiculous heavy, so not babyproofed space taker-upper.
And then my a-ha moment! (Not the kind where I get sucked into a black and white sketched video. That would be way cooler)
Wine bottle holder = unexpected advent calendar!
A quick trip to Michaels, some stenciling and closepinning, and voila! A budget friendly calendar.
The dilemma was what to put inside them. I'm not really keen on the idea of treats or presents inside. There is little left of the meaning of the holiday beyond the gross commercial aspect, and I didn't want to encourage it anymore than necessary. Leave it to my artist daughter to happen upon an elegant solution. She sketched some holiday-themed drawings and tucked them inside the pouches. Caleb and I pledged to do the same, so that each day we will open up someone's work of art, a story, and we'll have a countdown that hopefully puts a little more love and closeness into the season.
Here's day 1 with Harlow's Christmas elf. And possibly an incarcerated frog.
How does your family acknowledge the holiday season?