Catch up

I realized I hadn’t posted in quite some time, and stuff has happened I meant to write about! Christmas gift boxes went over splendidly, everyone who got one loved it. My mom complained because she didn’t get one (excuse me, I thought framed photos of her grandkids and one of my graduation was a great idea), my aunt asked for one and Vintage’s friends enjoyed theirs too. Vintage donated a box to a fundraiser at her church, and it helped raise the money to send fifteen teenagers to help repair homes in rural Pennsylvania.


Mostly I wanted to comment on the following. Vintage and I share a craft room at her grandmother’s house. In the craft room we have a card table covered in white butcher paper. The paper protects her grandmother’s table from damage and works as an ink tester, a stamp dabber, and many other things for us and only needs replaced about twice a year. Until we started making perfume. Vintage, who is generally the cleaner of the two of us, makes a mess out of perfume on a nearly weekly basis and that stuff is mostly oils. Meaning it doesn’t evaporate and go away. It lingers there making her grandmother’s house smell of whatever concoction Vintage is making. So, if you plan on making your own perfume, make sure you have a place somewhat removed from your everyday activities.