it was touch & go for a while there. I wasn’t quite sure if the husband + I’s 7th annual gingerbread house competition would even happen. we do it every year + it’s our favorite holiday tradition. yet, we prolonged it and the night before we traveled to chicago for the holidays, we finally got out the icing, candy, and our pre-constructed houses and began to decorate. I thought I had hit the stage of my pregnancy when “morning sickness” was a thing of the past, but that evening I was proven wrong. right before we went shopping for our candy décor, I got sick & proceeded to shake it off (like alllll of the times prior). we get home from shopping + my face turns the color of freshly fallen snow. pure white. snow white. I felt fine, but tired, very very tired. not wanting to ruin our favorite holiday tradition, I tried to be a trooper. but couldn’t hang, nor would my husband let me. I went to bed with a sad looking gingerbread house.
long story short, we finished our gingerbread houses after the holidays. emphasis on: WE FINISHED! (no need to note christmas was done + over with). it wasn’t my best work. and without any judge’s feedback, I will happily hand this victory to my husband, who killed it. his snow-covered chex cereal roof is a masterpiece! it is a coincidence we both decided to construct a log cabin. we came to the table with our “plans” and just laughed when we found out they were so similar. so, without further ado ..
the 7th annual gingerbread house competition.
I’m a large fan of the wreath I created to hang over my gingerbread’s front door and love a snowy marshmallow roof. also, I was pretty amused when we turned our finished houses to face one another to reveal matching candlesticks in our front windows. so apparently after 7 years of this, we start thinking + creating the same elements. to give the husband more credit, I must say the elk (or moose?) he constructed to hang over his door with a rolo, M&M, and pretzels is rather genius. and I wish I could’ve told the masons who constructed my stone chimney (aka me) to go to bed + focus on feeling better. instead they got a wee bit sloppy with the
icing cement. oh well. there is always next year. bring it on, husband!
do you have a favorite holiday tradition you never skip out on?