I love wooden people.
We have them dotted all through our little home, just because they make me smile. Some of them we painted ourselves, some of them we bought from other clever people who painted them for us. Some are not painted at all (the nuddy!), but we love them all equally.
Here are my favourites;
image courtesy Beneath The Rowan Tree on etsy.com
courtesy of homemadebyjill.blogspot.com
image courtesy of mooshoopork on etsy
image courtesy of little grey fox (you’ll find a handy tutorial there too!)
If you are inspired to make your own but not quite sure where to start, check out this fab kit from seedling new zealand. It comes complete with everything you need!
And another old favourite is this German wooden family - each person is made up of three magnetic pieces that can be mixed to make crazy people, or matched to make the “proper” character. Gorgeous.
So whether you take the short cut (here’s one we prepared earlier) or the ‘make your own’ option, we hope you enjoy some new little wooden members of your family. Send us your photos!
I decided this year I would outsource the birthday cake for today’s superhero bowling party for 5 year old Dude.
I should explain that I have a big imagination and like to revisit my own childhood whenever I can so I always start with grand plans for my kids’ parties. Then I have a much needed reality check about what I can actually execute and start outsourcing faster than you can say AMF Bowling.
Back to the cake. When I say “outsource” I don’t mean recruit a fancy cake decorator and pay a shedload of money for an absolute masterpiece. I mean I would pop to Woollies and buy a pre-prepared spiderman cake, complete with a gazillion different shades of food colouring and preservatives, and be done with it. For weeks I have TOTALLY OK with that plan.
But this morning it came. The mother guilt.
I decided that since I had outsourced pretty much everything else by opting for a bowling party, leaving the fate of our celebration in the hands of an awkward 16 year old student called Paris, the least I could do is make a cake. Now, again, when I say “make” I mean decorate. Not make from scratch in a Donna Hay frenzy.
So at 7.30am with a heavy dose of mother guilt on my shoulders, I raced to the local supermarket, stocked up on a few key ingredients and whizzed home to gather my little team to prepare the Superhero cake of our dreams (well, kinda).
And here is the result.
I promise if you stand back, squint, and imagine you are five years old, it looks a bit like a superman emblem with an R in the middle.
Good or bad, my 5 year old superhero thinks it is truly fabulous so I’m calling it. It’s a winner.