FAKE WASHING MACHINES

I hate doing the laundry.

I'm not supposed to start posts with 'I hate', right?

I hate it anyway. Especially in winter. Socks everywhere. Why do we have two feet? That EACH need a sock? Ridiculous.

I don't really understand why my little nephew has the urge to 'help' doing the laundry. I might take this cardboard washing machine away from him and make him do my laundry instead.

I could keep the fake one for putting my dirty socks somewhere in case my mom comes over.

For a fake washing machine you'll simply need:

• A big box. 
• A biiig roll of the thickest parchment paper.
• Duct-tape.
• Hot glue. Lots of it. 
• One sheet protector for the little window.
• Masking tape for decorating it a little bit.
• And for the 'grip' I used a cap of an old nailpolish that I wrapped in parchment paper and a hair tie.
• Tadaaaaaaaa!

PARCHMENT PAPER

Even though after one hour of packing gifts my back hurts like hell, I love me some gift wrapping. 

Adding a little masking tape here and a little twine there never felt better.

Angels, cute looking santas and glittery stars don't do it for me.

Parchment paper is the best thing that happened to gift wrapping. 

Although I'm pretty sure gift wrapping happened due to parchment paper.

FONDANT

Cake and cupcakes for Whatchado. Made by me.

Cause of the things you can make with it. 

HONIG IM GLAS

My first assocciation with honey? We were 17, in math class and my classmate Moritz K. was sitting in the very last row licking honey directly out of a jar. 

Now when I think of honey I have to think of Walter Enzinger. 

You don't know Walter Enzinger? That's like the most famous beekeeper of the Waldviertel, ya'll! 

His lovely daughter Lena and her homies at Studio VIE had the sweetest (!) idea of filling up Walter's honey into jars designed by all sorts of people. Honig im Glas was born.

The honey tastes superb and the whole idea is so great that I will continue talking about it for months. 

I take credit for the jar on the right and the one on the left was made by CB. 

SCHULTÜTE FOR MY SISSY

So on Monday the bus was packed with children holding massive paper cones filled with stuff that makes their teeth die. And let's not forget their huge ass backpacks containing I don't even know what. That was pretty lame. 

What's not lame: My darling sister went back to work on Monday with a tiny Schultüte. She spent the last 15 months or so wiping cute Nugget's (calm down, that's not his real name) butt and looking at tractors. So she well deserved a paper cone filled with sweets, office-appropriate nailpolish and more sweets. She knows how to brush her teeth so that's okay.

My sister gifted me my first Schultüte when I had my first day of school at the age of six. She hand-drew Pocahontas on it herself. (Crying right now.)

Later, when I had my second attempt of going to university, she also made one for me. 

This time it was my turn. Not only because she's leading by two cones but also because she's a super sissy and a super momma! And because juggling work, doing important things for Digitalistas and feeding a tiny human with (mini) portions of food deserves some respect. (Crying even more now.)

SILVERSMITH

My first ring. Made with the help of Mr. Lobenhofer. 

Shout out to you, Mr. Lobenhofer.

And how weird do my fingers look? I should have listened to Mama when she told me to stop cracking my knuckles.