I love snow, and we don't have any yet. Usually, I wait until the snow falls to make snowflakes, but my sister reminded me that I do have one artistic ability. I can't
paint or draw or decorate (or pick out outfits that match or look good on me, for that matter), but I do make a mean snowflake.
When I was a kid, my mom and I used to make them in the morning before I would go to school. We would iron them and hang them on the windows and doors as decorations. In college I hung them from the ceiling and put them on the doors to dress up my
dorm room. It was in college that I learned the secret to a good snowflake is all in the folding...
My sister reminded me the other day of my talent when she asked if Mom and I would make snowflakes as decorations for a holiday party. Hers never seem to turn out. So here I am,
cozied up to the fire and creating my own snow. Four down, 20-50 to go.
When I was a kid, my mom and I used to make them in the morning before I would go to school. We would iron them and hang them on the windows and doors as decorations. In college I hung them from the ceiling and put them on the doors to dress up my dorm room. It was in college that I learned the secret to a good snowflake is all in the folding...
My sister reminded me the other day of my talent when she asked if Mom and I would make snowflakes as decorations for a holiday party. Hers never seem to turn out. So here I am, cozied up to the fire and creating my own snow. Four down, 20-50 to go.
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