Our (slightly macabre) gingerbread house. Part 3.
Posted by sol in I wanted to be an architect, I'm not proud, art, craftulence
It all started off quite well. Pizza and beer. Lots of candy and icing, too.
On your marks….
The whole task proved a bit overwhelming, especially for my perfectionist tendencies.
The competition was clearly in the lead…
The gingerbread men got nervous… and it all went downhill from there. Gunshots were involved.
Some succumbed to desperation, and were lucky to find kitchen twine at hand.
