The Holidays are an unhealthy obsession for me. I think it has to do with my love for twinkle lights and jingle bells. In years past, I’d only listen to holiday music and watch holiday movies from the day after Thanksgiving to the day after Christmas. It drove my friends insane.
This year, I’m not as festive. I miss my brother and there’s a black cloud of sorrow over everything my family does, making it hard to get in the mood. But two things always make me happy: baking and crafts. (well, and booze)
My sister and I made cookies on Sunday to take to families that have helped us out during this past month since my brother died, relaxing into our recipes, singing along to our favorite holiday tunes, decorating them with the help of my 3 year-old niece.
Turns out, baking was just what I needed to kick-start that holiday feeling. When my friend invited me over to make homemade ornaments, I was ecstatic. We again busted out the tunes and got to crafting.
She busted out the Christmas shaped cookie cutters, but I had other plans. Screw your candy canes and Santa Claus, I want a vagina on my tree.
The question you’re asking yourself right now shouldn’t be why I wanted a holiday ornament shaped like a vagina, but why I haven’t done this before.
Me, the Holiday Queen, never making ornaments before. Me, the Sex Queen, never having a vagina shaped, well anything!, in my house. It’s so wrong I had to fix it.
We baked them on Monday, painted them on Tuesday and will enjoy them for years to come. If you want to make your own, try this recipe I found on BlogHer or this one that uses cinnamon and apparently makes your house smell lovely.