To spread a little Christmas chuckle I thought I’d share one of the many crafting fails I’ve had this month. Merry Christmas and see ya next year. – Erin
Whether it originated in Germany or America is apparently up for debate as is the exact story behind the Christmas Pickle Tradition. Here’s my version, Santa hides a pickle ornament on your tree Christmas Eve, the first to find it in the morning opens the first present AND gets blessed with a wonderful year.
Sounds like fun right? Nod your head up and down.
Being the DIYer that I am I figured why buy a pickle ornament when I can make one. I mean come on, ornaments are becoming my thing.
Hmm, but how to do it? I KNOW! Why not felt a pickle out of the chartreuse wool roving bought a year ago to make hats with my mother? Sorry we never got those hats made mom.
Okay, I’ve taken out the roving and I’m starting to form my pickle.
It’s time to start getting it wet and soapy.
Good God Almighty, I know you have to have a sense of humor otherwise why would you let me take this picture? It was about this time that I also had my oldest son actually start videotaping the process. After watching it I realized the video had slight pornographic qualities to it and deleted it as quickly as I could.
About here is when I said, “Crap.” My son corrected me, "Leprechaun Crap."
I just couldn’t admit defeat and start over, I couldn’t. So instead I stitched on a smile and glued on some googly eyes. I’ve been told this made my pickle resemble a South Park character.
And then I hung it on the tree in all it’s creased, green, excrement-like glory! It’s as if I can hear it saying,
Merry Christmas, Eat More Fiber!