I made the tiny ones in the upper left of this photo. They DO have six sides, but they're not really snowflakey, are they?
Where did the time go!?!
But last week I ran across this link showing how to make scientifically accurate snowflakes. I want those magazines, but I missed the Kickstarter by just a few days.
Anyway, we've been looking at the drawings posted there as we're making snowflakes this year.
|Mostly made by Violin Daughter|
Is creativity always this messy, or is it just me?
|You should have seen it before I cleaned up the glue that leaked out during the night|
and went down that crack and onto the floor.
Still making points for my Moravian star. I found this beautiful paper at Hobby Lobby. I'm in love.
When making paper snowflakes the most important thing is folding the paper so you end up with a six-sided shape and not an eight-sided shape. I've looked all over the internet and can't find any clear instructions on this, so tomorrow I'm going to make a tutorial will post it as soon as I can.
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I'm having a terrible time finding a good recording of the hymn Sleepers Awake -- most of the quality recordings are of an arrangement that's meant for performance rather than for congregational singing -- but this one's pretty good (the singing starts at 1:00).
Wake, awake, for night is flying:
The watchmen on the heights are crying,
Awake, Jerusalem, arise!
Midnight's solemn hour is tolling,
His chariot wheels are nearer rolling,
He comes; prepare ye virgins wise.
Rise up, with willing feet
Go forth, the Bridegroom meet:
Bear through the night
Your well-trimmed light,
Speed forth to join the marriage rite.
Sion hears the watchmen singing,
Her heart with deep delight is springing,
She wakes, she rises from her gloom:
Forth her Bridegroom comes, all glorious,
In grace arrayed, by truth victorious;
Her star is ris'n, her light is come!
All hail, Incarnate Lord,
Our crown, and our reward!
We haste along,
In pomp of song,
And gladsome join the marriage throng.
Lamb of God, the heav'ns adore thee,
And men and angels sing before thee,
With harp and cymbal's clearest tone.
By the pearly gates in wonder
We stand, and swell the voice of thunder
That echos round thy dazzling throne.
No vision ever brought,
No ear hath ever caught
We raise the song,
We swell the throng,
To praise thee ages all along.
(Tr. Catherine Windworth, 1858, alt., 1940 Episcopal Hymnal version)