Gingerbread Houses - Round Two

Some of my lovely lady friends came over last week for round two of gingerbread house construction.


Gingerbread house village.


Jesi's house.


Kate's house.


Hilary's house.


Becca's house.

House Construction

Our annual family tradition of building gingerbread (a.k.a. graham cracker) houses ensued last night. We listened to Christmas music, constructed (somewhat) sturdy foundations, and covered candy in icing sugar and jammed it onto our little buildings. I chose a different approach this year and focused on details rather than on adding as much candy as possible. Mine is the log cabin.

Gingerbread isn't as yummy as it used to be

Have gingerbread men ever been yummy? I thought they were. I know ginger creams and ginger snaps and soft ginger cookies are. But what about gingerbread men?






They sure are fun to make though. And to decorate.

Haircuts (afro and otherwise)

John is the proud owner of a hair clipper set. His afro badly need a trim so he set up shop in the front entryway of our little apartment and buzzed it off.



Seeing him do this reminded me of my childhood experiences of having my own hair cut. Mum always cut our hair. Until we started wanting more complicated cuts (e.g. layers), we sat in a chair in the kitchen with a brown cape draped around us and had mamma snip away.

Esti was the one who cut my hair short when I was about 12. She also does bangs and trims for me these days. I'm not sure where she learned. She's probably just a natural.