And remember when, instead, I sat on my ass and tried to see how many cookies I could shove into my face at one time?
Let's pretend that never happened shall we...
Although the holidays are long behind us I wanted to share a little hobby of mine. An obsession really. And (as I read in a comment on a blog post somewhere once) it's better to be late than pregnant.
With that thought in mind, I give you...
The Sarcasm Goddess Christmas Village
My poison of choice is Department 56 Dickens Village. When I was growing up my father collected the buildings and accessories and I would sit in the dark and stare at the lighted village and a part of me would be sad. Because I wanted to shrink down and walk amongst the cobbled streets, my petticoats collecting snow and sludge, basket hung from one arm visiting the costermongers selling their wares.
More than sadness, though, I loved it. And dreamed of one day having a collection of my own.
A year or two after the husband I got married, my dad bought me four buildings and their coordinating accessories. Four years later it has grown to this. Sixty-four houses and hundreds of accessories.
I must confess, not all the pieces are mine. My dad moved into a smaller house this year and asked me to store his pieces and I figured, if I'm going to store 'em I might as well, display 'em, right! He tells me all the pieces are now mine, but it makes me sad to think he will never display it again so I still say the pieces are his. There are approximately ten other pieces not displayed because I ran out of room. Guess we'll just have to buy a bigger house.
I created the backdrop from Styrofoam, painted on the mountains, "sculpted" the peaks at the top and attached blue lights to the back to create The Glow.
Somewhere under the display is our dining room table. Along with two six foot tables and a custom table the husband and I built.
I also created, carved and painted several levels and platforms. I have no idea where we're going to store those.
Several of the pieces are animated. The one on the left shows Scrooge and the Ghost of Christmas Past looking in on Fezziwig's Ballroom. The figurines in the window dance.
You may now commence praise and awe.