Welcome to Candy Land...A Two-Bit-Teena Craft

All down-hill from here

Teena craft night is somewhat of an exaggeration.  While we mean well...it is usually an activity that has less to do with rocks, paper and scissors; and more to do with champagne, wine or beer.  I would say it is best described as organized chaos with all the usual chants and rants plus paper and glue.

 Last year it was all about Turkey-Tater-Tuesday and the crafting of centerpieces reminiscent of our second grade art project complete with russet potatoes, feathers cloth and pipe cleaners. (Did I mention VerDell was a second grade teacher and is most responsible for the organization of this event?)

All in all it is a time for the women to gather and create a memory or release stress prior to departing the Village to be with "real" family.  Lord knows some of us need some prep time for that.

You can never have too much candy...

Tonight's event is dear to VerDell's heart, I could tell as she assured us that second graders have been doing it without Exact-o knives for years and that there was no wrong turn.and no such thing as an ugly candy house.  Hummm....I shall let you judge that for yourself.  

Because all things change...Mr. Claude joined us this year and a good thing too, because that meant Bubba got to "cook" and use his master building skills to assist some who needed more support than others in crafting graham crackers and icing into an abode.

Myra takes the lead in construction with graham cracker siding working out just fine.  I might add she is mighty pleased for a Teena who usually balks at the idea of a "craft".  But there was shopping involved so she was rather content as the candy isle is never far away from...say....a Steinmart.

 La, with multiple cartons of every type of milk one might imagine went "Up on the Roof-Top...Click, Click, Click and did a fine job with those candy canes that that had been in Lisa's office since last year.

Note,  VerDell went with a "chocolate" exterior this year.  She continued to soothed us with her encouragement and assurance that "all candy is beautiful."

I, on the other hand, am not so sure this is working out as I imagined.  My peppermint bark door seems a little uninviting and I did have a little discomfort from the chili I had ingested at the Baked Tater bar.

So after years of rantin' and protestin' the "Candy Land" version of the Friendly Village is complete...and a fine...fine...neighborhood it is!  

The Holiday Edition of the Friendly Village

So let the season begin...the music of laughter, support and friendship, craftin a memory.

A special thank you to Bubba and VerDell for hostin' as we did make a terrible mess.  You are the best and fastest clean-up man alive.