A Scene from a Christmas Horror Movie…
It’s what I walked into when I came home one day last week.
*cue horror music*
This would be a 3 foot tall styrofoam snowman my grandmother gave me. You can call him retro, I suppose. I call him in sad scary shape.
His paint is faded, his snow is dingy, he lost the present he used to hold – and his hat… oh, his hat. My grandmother tried giving him a facelift before with some spray paint. The paint ate the foam – hence the addition of the lovely knit beanie.
He’s definitely seen his better days.
Lucky for Frosty, he was dropped on the right doorstep. I was not to be deterred nor to be intimidated (much to my husband’s dismay, of course).
Off came his bow, his hat and his mitten. I ripped off whatever it is he’s holding and got to work.
Look at him now!
He got a fresh coat of paint (acrylics!) and a new scarf from an old scrap of burlap. I then hot glued scraps of an old wool skirt to his hat and hands. A strip of remnant fabrics made nice mitten cuffs and ribbon for his hat. A red sharpie worked great to replace the string that was once his mouth. I finished him off by hot gluing a frame where the present once was filled with a printable (found here – note that printing it in a smaller size did cut the edges off ever so slightly).
While he may still be a 3 foot tall styrofoam snowman, Frosty was given a new lease on life.
After many years gracing my grandparents front porch, Frosty will spend at least a few more greeting visitors on mine.
(Because I did not dare spray him with sealant for fear of more foam melting, this Frosty will be spending his winter days protected from the elements).
Don’t you just love a happy ending?
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