They're only good for one thing, and it ain't for eating. Do you like these? Peanut butter kisses?
I thought everyone universally hated them. When you got them trick or treating, you groaned in your head (because groaning out loud is bad manners, of course). Only cheap bastages gave out those nasty peanut butter kisses. Right? Right?
Come to find out in my old age that actually lotsa people like them, including my husband and my mom. Well, heck, who knew?
Please tell me your thoughts on this candy. I want to know. Don't hate me if you love them; you can make fun of me for being the only soul on the planet who likes Good 'N Plenty and Black Crows.
But I digress.
When I saw Martha's adorable wreath last year:
I knew I had to make one. You know me and candy: candy makes everything better. It's part of my mentual situation. But where to get that fancy schmancy shiney candy? You can't. Well, I can't.
So I turned to nersty peanut butter kisses.
Wait a minute. . . wait one second. What's that on the wrapper? Now I get it.
"Mary Jane"? What what? Oh, I get why you like them now, hehehe.
But I digress again.
So this was thee most craptastic, easy cheesy, 10 minute project.
One of those dollar store wreaths and duct tape. Seriously.
I wraped the duct tape around it. Sticky side out.
And began sticking candy down. And I will have you know that there are waaaay more orange ones than black ones.
And voila. What you probably can't tell is that I totally hosed it down with glitter.
Now, don't be mad at me if you like these things. Come visit me and I'll give you some. Heck, I'm sure every time I close my door there will be a new one on the ground in my doorway. Hope you don't mind glitter.