Monthly Archives: December 2009

Deck the halls with trees of cardboard!

I’m sure you’re all very envious of my crafty Christmas tree making skills. Just the thought of photos being added has probably thrown you into a turmoil of excitement and wonder. Fear not, I will be including instructions for making your very own Magical Cardboard Christmas Tree. I’m nice like that.

First, obtain a large quantity of cardboard loo rolls. The means by which you do this doesn’t particularly matter, but I’d rather not hear the details, thank you.

Then, take one oversized empty Cava bottle (uncovered whilst cleaning the wreckage of our living room the other day)…

Fashion a star out of tin foil and, of course, loo roll (flattened)…

Add a little elegant decoration here and there…

Tape it all together in a sort of Christmas tree shape (I was actually SUPER crafty and cut notches as well as sellotaping the whole thing- it’s one sturdy tree)…

Et voila! Your very own student-budget, recycled, slightly odd-looking MAGICAL CARDBOARD CHRISTMAS TREE!

You’re most welcome.

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Drivin’ home for Christmas…

I’m off home today for the Christmas holidays, so I won’t be posting here for a while. This turns out to have been an awkward time for me to have started this blog; I’ve mostly been ill and at home this term!

I’m actually looking forward to coming back to Leeds after Christmas… I’ll be able to start again-academically, with choir, with exercising (haha who am I kidding?!), and with this blog.

Last night I cleaned this tiny house from top to bottom, and then to celebrate I made a Christmas tree. Out of loo rolls. For some reason, my flatmates and I have had an unspoken agreement since the beginning of term not to throw away any of the cardboard rolls when they’re done. I didn’t count how many we ended up with but the Magical Cardboard Christmas Tree itself is made out of 32 loo rolls. Please don’t draw any unsavoury toilet-related conclusions from that figure, we’ve all had colds and THAT is the reason so much tissue has been used. Pics to follow (hopefully)*.

*Pics of tree, not used toilet paper. Gosh.

Cold

One great thing about being here at this time of year is that you are never lost for words when meeting new people or bumping into acquaintances, for this reason:

“Gosh, it’s FREEZING today!” is a comfortable conversation starter, or is great if the chatter dies away immediately after the how-are-you’s.

Of course there are always exceptions to this rule when one half of the social situation is me.

Today I bumped into a friend I don’t see very often. I advanced, gesticulating excitedly towards him (as if to point out IT’S YOU! And ME! In the same corridor!), and said something along the lines of “Hello it’s you how are you what have you been up to how have you beeeeeeeen?!”.

He answered in a friendly way, saying it’ll be great to get to the end of term but yeah, he’s ok. “How are you?” he asked, smiling nicely- which is perhaps what led me to feel that it would not be uncomfortable or strange to answer honestly.

“Oh great, yeah…well, except I’ve got a big coldsore”- I point to said disfiguring lump on lip- “And I’m pretty tired but that’s just the end of term, you know….Uh, hence the massive coldsore! ” – I laugh gaily as I attempt to cover my horror at the realisation that I have just pointed out my facial herpes to someone I don’t know that well .

And just in case he hadn’t fully comprehended the depths of my social ineptitude, I wrote on his facebook wall when I got home, apologizing for pointing out the coldsore. Perhaps I should speak to the careers advisor about becoming a hermit. On second thoughts, perhaps not. It really is cold up here at the moment, and I don’t think many caves come with radiators.

“I have erred against every commonplace notion of decorum; I have been open and sincere where I ought to have been reserved, spiritless, dull, and deceitful: had I talked only of the weather and the roads, and had I spoken only once in ten minutes, this reproach would have been spared.” – ‘Sense and Sensibility’, Jane Austen.