Every year I purchase a handblown ornament from Neiman Marcus as a gift for my mother (we like to pretend we're fancy). This tradition is always fun because it requires a trip to Union Square, which is quite the holiday spectacle.
Anyway. (In a dream that I recently had.)
I realized that I had waited too late to make my trip to Neiman's and as a result I wouldn't be able to bring the much coveted box-o-class to Christmas. In a panic, I thought long and hard how to appease/please/delight my darling momma. Alas--
I crafted her an ornament. With some old broken bulbs and a little glue, tape, and staples -yes, staples-, I made a super bad-ass, one of a kind, Christmas heirloom.
You're welcome, mom. It's really the least I could do. Really.
I would Love anything that came from you. It would have to be prominently displayed on the front of the tree. Your brother would also have to make me one. He would probably use shell casings. Love You Always, MOM
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