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Birthday party fairy garden practice

For Girl #2's first birthday party this Sunday, I wanted to do a spring theme, so we're planning to do fairy gardens with all the cousins at the party. We are saving milk jugs to use as containers instead of 'real' dish garden pots because I'm just so resourceful (on a budget) like that.
I cut off the top of the jug with a heavy scissors and poked a few holes in the bottoms for drainage with a drywall screw that was laying around the work bench.
Then I scavenged all the stuff around the storage rooms and house that I've been keeping for projects yet to be imagined. Turns out I a may be a hoarder. Here's the list:

Rocks and pebbles (from our rock-pickin hikes on the North Shore)
Seashells (from long ago seashell-pickin hikes in Florida)
Pinecones (from old man neighbor's trees that dump cones in my yard)
Moss
Marbles
Tiny drink umbrellas
Beads
Wire
String
Popsicle sticks
Pipe Cleaners
Tiny mirrors from mosaic stuff
Hot glue gun (adults will help)
Tiny plastic critters and fairies

Also we have potting soil of course, and some of the pansies and herbs we started from seed for landscaping the fairy gardens.
Girl #1 and I did a test run yesterday while #2 was napping and had a fun time. I'm excited to see what the other kiddos at the party can come up with.
Girl #1's Fairy Garden
My Garden. Notice swimming pool and lounge chair.  I couldn't think of a way to make a margarita small enough to fit on the side table.

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