In which I Keep Promises, Melt Records, and Give Thanks

Have you ever been behind in your social obligations, so you just threw one big party to get everyone at once?

Yes, well.

This post does sort of the same thing.

It multitasks, if you will.

I promised y’all a post explaining why we melt record albums around here.

Knowing you were dying to find out, here’s the scoop:

1. Visit your local thrift store and pay .25 for records with obscure titles. (Aside: I just noticed there is no cent sign on my computer!  How have I missed that for years? Wonder what that says about inflation?)

2. Heat your oven to 200*. 

3. Turn an oven-safe bowl upside down on a cookie sheet.  Balance your record on top.

4. Place this odd arrangement into the oven for 8-10 minutes.

4 1/2.  Meanwhile, read the record covers and see if you remember any of these songs from some episode of Captain Kangaroo.

5. Immediately after you remove it from the oven, use an oven mitt to flip the bowl over and arrange the flexible album inside it.  You can shape your folds until you get the shape you want.

(Straight out of the oven.)

(Shaped to look like this.)

6. Ta-da!

We’ve used these as bread bowls for themed dinners, but they could also hold a plant or other items for the vintage music lover in your life.

This time, we used them here:

(Me, with eyes half-closed courtesy my hurried photographer-in-training. )

Welcome to Trunk-or-Treat, our church’s October outreach.

Check out our 50’s diner trunk, complete with cotton ball “ice cream” sundaes and glass bottles of Coke.

I’m a pretty convincing as a teenager, don’t you think?

That leads me to the thankful part of this post.

I’m joining my buddy Leah for 30 days of Thanksgiving.  I’ll catch up in a few days, but for now I’ll say I am blessed beyond measure by my church.

It’s been a rocky season for us lately for a lot of reasons, but I am trusting the Lord for His Spirit to convict, lead, heal, and guide His people. 

These families are my peeps-in-Christ.

 

(Very large dogs that starred in another trunk.  We became peeps.)

I’ve prayed, laughed, cried, and worshipped with them over the last 6 years, and I love them.

May we always be His peculiar people.

Be blessed,

Ginger