I'm definitely a last minute person. I'd like to think it's because I work best and my brain is sharpest when under pressure but my dad would tell you it's because I inherited a talent for procrastination from my mum. This isn't my dad's blog! Anyway, I've spent this week getting my shit together. I'm making as much as I can this Christmas. The ladies in my life are getting homemade bath and body treatments.
I'm really pleased with this patchouli and ylang ylang body scrub. I home-make as many toiletries as I can so I'm chuffed to have something else in my recipe book.
I've also spent the afternoon making fudge for everybody. Now I feel ill from all the sugar and I've not even eaten any! If that's not injustice I don't know what is.
This fudge is criminally easy and quite cheap to make so I feel a bit guilty as if I should have put more effort in. Even though I know it's delicious and they'll all love it. Is that mad?
I stayed up until 2am this morning making these after I found a tutorial online. This is the prototype which is why it's not very neat. It took me a couple of tries to get the hang of it, since I'm terrible with fiddly delicate things (except untangling. I could untangle a necklace in the Olympics) but they're actually easy enough. My mum loves paper crafts like this so I've prepared some for her to make herself when she gets home.