It's Me, Sara Louise

But not just any candy, Baileys Truffles candy.

Nothing can spread holiday cheer faster than Baileys and my heavy hand.

Candy for all my favorite Le Petit Villagers; the Honey’s, Papa and his Wife, Boyfriend’s Brother, and the postman. Maybe after the Baileys he’ll cough up the rest of my Christmas cards.

Not too shabby.

After about the fifteenth one, they started to look ok. But without little gift bags or boxes I’ve had to resort to cling film with bows.

One of the problems of living in a foreign country is trying to figure out where to go for what. In Texas I’d know right where to go for packaging, not a clue here and the Boyfriend didn’t share the same sense of urgency.

So I’m left with cling film.

And I’m not one of those crafty girls whose been playing with puff paint and bedazzlers since they were teens, I can’t get all MacGuyver with some cling film and make it look pretty. It still looks like cling film.

And being dropped into a clingfilm satchel, has made my candies look like special presents from Fifty.

C’est la vie! As long as no one tries to light them on fire.

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