This is verging on the ridiculous but my window of opportunity with our little girls is increasingly narrow. Accordingly, everything on our tree, bar the actual tree itself, edible. A kind of Christmasy, sugar-plum wonderland.
I ordered three bulk lots of gorgeous US-style starlight mints and got to work with my trusty hot glue gun. It’s not the Christmas season without hot glue burns I always say.
Some colourful wreaths.
They were sticky little buggers to make.
And some more colour.
I strung these licorice allsorts on a jewellery head pin and used my pliers to twist the other end to make a loop for hanging.
Some Terry’s Chocolate Oranges as baubles.
And some colourful Lindt Ball baubles.
For weeks the sweet trove of decorations on our mantle piece slowly grew.
And my little girls were remarkably restrained. We did have some casualties though.
This had been nibbled as it hung.
And this deflated bauble was discovered under Sophia’s pillow one morning.
Love it. I would have been worried if they hadn’t.
The tree, though, is not quite as spectacular as it was. The bottom of the tree was not that bare when we set it up last week. It has been slowly denuded over 1o days. The baby Bettys and I have shocking sweet tooths and have not won awards for our willpower. But since when has Christmas been a time for willpower?
I’m going to make a few more decos to replenish it next week.
Coming up: the creamy toffee star…