The new computer came with a free printer. I'm taking advantage of its flatbed scanner to archive old family photos. I had to laugh at these shots. They show a full size Santa I made when I was living in my grandparent's old farmhouse. My then-boyfriend (now husband) had gone to visit his family, and I apparently had spare time on my hands. The funny thing is that I didn't spend a dime, then, either.
I planted a broomstick in a bucket with gravel, then duct-taped a heavy coat hanger to the top for shoulders. I dressed the wobbly armature in some of my grandfather's work clothes, accented with a fur collar and Russian hat from my grandma's closet! The head is a brown paper bag filled with newspaper. I wet sheets of tissue paper and smoothed them over the bag for a face, building up the nose and cheeks with (gulp) wads of soggy toilet paper. The beard was made of coarse baling twine trimmed and glued into place, then painted white. White was my only paint, so the rest of his face is colored with Maybelline and Revlon!
I tucked my country Santa in the curve of the original log stairs and surrounded him with other found treasures: a tiny cedar tree ornamented with red birds, a stuffed rabbit, Grandpa's walking stick, and a brown paper bag of birdseed. We added a long scroll with all the grandchildren's names. My grandpa was tickled. He even got into the act by adding a pack of Juicy Fruit to Santa's pocket and some candy bars and oranges to Santa's bag. This little corner made a great backdrop for our family's Christmas Eve party. The figure is gone now, as are my grandparents. I'm glad I have these photos to remind me of that special time. My grandparents really were Santa to us kids.