Amy Sedaris book giveaway
As I was milling around my favourite local bookstore the other day, a sea of yellow bookcovers alerted me that I was about to run into a book display. I picked up one of the little beacons and started flipping through it.
I knew immediately that you should have this book.
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It’s the most wonderful time of the year according to Frank Sinatra, but most of us could use a few belly laughs to keep the Santa-ball rolling. Even if you’re not planning on making your dad a dryer-lint-stuffed tie-snake, reading about it will have you giggling.
I appreciate this tongue-in-cheek approach to crafting for the humor she’s infusing into what’s usually a super-serious (or unduly cheerful), art supply store-, power tool-ridden genre. The quest to make holiday gifts can leave us grouchy, confused and uninspired; yet not having much money doesn’t always leave us with a ton of other options. Kudos to Amy for making us laugh about all of it.
My Christmas gift to you, dear readers, is this. Three lucky winners will receive a copy of Amy’s newest book, Simple Times: Crafts for poor people.
Enter by leaving a comment below describing a crafting scenario gone right, wrong or improvised into something unanticipated.
Don’t forget to include your email address in the little box or I can’t contact you to tell you that you’ve won.
Comments close at midnight on December 22, 2010. Random.org will select three winners based on the number associated with your comment. Only residents of the U.S. or Canada are eligible to win, and one entry per household please.
Thank you for following my adventures all year long. Happy Holidays!
Kate
Congrats to Meg, Sarah and Vanessa! Happy crafting to us all!
Reader Comments (56)
glitter, glue, Styrofoam balls, and a three year old. Need I say more?
We were making popsicle stick somethings(?) when my little brother glued the stick to his hand, not the craft. I don't remember what we were making, or how they turned out, but I do remember my brother running laps around the kitchen table screaming and waving his hand all over, and my mom chasing him trying to get him to stop so she could get it off. Ahhhh, the memories of family crafting :)
okay, totally not a funny one, but my craft win for the day was making a topper for our Christmas tree! I've been unable to find an angel or a star (truthfully, I've looked no further than Target), so I found an 8-pt star template, cut it out of card stock, painted that white, sprinkled silver glitter on it. Then I traced a smaller star in glue and covered that with gold glitter. Glued a toilet paper tube on the back, and popped that over the top of our tree! It may not last til next year (I'm actually just hoping that the edges won't curl too much this year!), but it works for now. One day, ONE DAY, I will have a glorious angel or star on top of an 8 ft tree; but that will have to wait till I can move beyond poor-people crafting! =)
I have many stories of crafting gone...goofy. But the one that sticks in my mind the most was The Year of the Gingerbread.
I was a new mom and had a crazy thought of "hey, I will make a new Christmas tradition for my daughter and I. Each Christmas we will make and decorate a gingerbread house, and gingerbread men (and women). I had visions of us giggling, and having a grand time. I had no idea that I would traumatize my little girl.
I bought all the necessary items for the cookies first, and then I saw "it"...the gingerbread house kit! Perfect! It would make it even easier...or so I thought.
We eagerly assembled all the decorations for the cookies. We had icing, candies, sprinkles- and yes, we did giggle as we were in the store picking out the "fun". I even found some cute cookie cutters that had a dress outline for the girl, and a top hat for the boy.
I rolled out the dough, while my daughter's eyes twinkled, reflecting the christmas lights from the tree...thinking "wow, this is just perfect".
Then. It. Happened.
The timer dinged- time for the little boys and girls to 'spring from the oven and come to life".
Well, as I was trying to get one off the cookie pan, I tore off a hand- daughter's hand went to her mouth. I said "it's ok, honey, we will fix it". Then his foot stuck, and yes, he broke in half, all the while daughter is screaming that I am killing him.
I am trying desperately to get just ONE cookie off the pan without sticking so I put the cookie pan in the freezer; the little girl then cracked off, more like crumbled. Well, daughter reasoned, they are in cookie heaven together, she said while dabbing her eyes..."let's make more to come to life Mommy".
More scraping, more screams, more prayers to the cookie gods that I get the cookies off the sheet and save the day- ending in her running off into her room in her little footed pink sleepers, slamming the door and calling me a cookie killer.
We never got to the fun part of the decorating- and to this day, my daughter will not have anything to do with gingerbread...anything.
The house kit?? It went back to the store the next day.
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Sharon :)
Yay I can't wait to receive my book!!!