How to Make a (Gingerbread) Zombie Army…

“I sometimes feel that I’m impersonating the dark unconscious of the whole human race. I know this sounds sick, but I love it.”

~ Vincent Price

Some people really seem to relish the notion of an upcoming Zombie Apocalypse. There are a number of reasons for this. Or perhaps there’s only one reason: no more having to be responsible, right? The only thing you will need to do is survive…or not. Becoming a zombie might be the best thing that ever happened to you. No more nine-to-five. No more rent or mortgage to cover. No more boss to put up with. No more car payments. No more worrying about what to wear to the O’Flaherty’s New Year’s Eve party. No more anything…just lovely, ignorant bliss as far as the eyes can see. Ahhhh…..

Personally, I’m of the Zombie School of Thought that we’re in the midst of a Zombie Apocalypse right now. The zombies just haven’t got to the actual eating-your-brain stage. Be patient. It will happen. It’s only a matter of time.

Which (in a very round-about-walk-a-crooked-mile sort of way), leads me to this post. You’ve heard of DIY tutorials, yes? For all of you out there who’ve been waiting for it, here it is: How to Make a (Gingerbread) Zombie Army.

I’ve often wondered how to make my very own Gingerbread Zombie Army. This, along with many other worthy questions has kept me up at night. And no offense meant to any of you gingerbread lovers out there, but I’m actually not big on gingerbread. I do, however, love zombies. So, how to create a Gingerbread Zombie Army without making the gingerbread was a puzzle. Until…[insert drum roll here] I ran across this lovely and free pattern:

Looks a bit smiley, doesn't he/she? Not to worry. Upon becoming a Zombie Gingerbread, a smile turns into a grisly grin in no time flat

Looks a bit smiley, doesn’t he/she? Not to worry. Upon becoming a Zombie Gingerbread, a smile turns into a grisly grin in no time flat.

I find a pattern easier to use when it’s a bit firmer, so I glue the paper pattern onto a piece of cardboard.

I printed out my pattern and then glued it to the cardboard from an (empty) box of cereal. We eat a lot of cereal around here. Maybe you eat a lot of Pop Tarts or granola bars. In which case, life will be more difficult for you as the gingerbread pattern is bigger than a Pop Tart box and you will have to glue together 2 pieces of cardboard. Way to much work for me, so I eat cereal.

I printed out my pattern and then glued it to the cardboard from an (empty) box of cereal. We eat a lot of cereal around here. Maybe you eat a lot of Pop Tarts or granola bars. In which case, life will be more difficult for you as the gingerbread pattern is bigger than a Pop Tart box and you will have to glue together 2 pieces of cardboard. Way to much work for me, so I eat cereal.

Nice, eh? It just goes to show that you should never try to force creativity. Let it appear when it is ready. It could appear as a box of cereal. You never know. I do know that both creativity and cereal are worth the wait.

Have I mentioned how much I love glue sticks and scissors? I know I’m not alone in believing that they are the meaning of life. Since the very first time I saw them together, I knew I would never be the same…

Did my heart love till now? Forswear it sight! For I ne’er saw true beauty till this night.

~William Shakespeare

Glue sticks and scissors aren't really the meaning of Life, but they sure do help it along. It's important to know what to stick with and what cut out of our lives (and our crafts).

Glue sticks and scissors aren’t really the meaning of Life, but they sure do help it along. It’s important to know what to stick with and what to cut out of our lives (and our crafts).

After making your pattern, you can then trace out its shape onto your material.

Trace the pattern on your choice of double-up'd material. If you’re like me, you’ll be doing this in the middle of the night and you might start to see things. Things that aren’t actually there. Like stuff coming to life and dancing around the room. This happens to me a lot. A lot.

If you’re like me, you’ll be doing this in the middle of the night and you might start to see things. Things that aren’t actually there. Like stuff coming to life and dancing around the room. This happens to me a lot. A lot.

The choices of material are endless. My zombies prefer natural fabric, so I go for unbleached, 100% cotton. These zombies do like color though, so I’m branching out into red, green, and black cotton. Got to keep the little buggers happy, otherwise they get restless. Gingerbread or no, restless Zombies are dangerous Zombies.

Now comes the fun part: discovering the Gingerbread Zombies’ personalities and painting them to suit those personalities. They’ll talk to you. They’ll tell you their stories. They’ll scare the living bejeezus (or whatever else they can get their grimy paws into) out of you. Never underestimate small, inanimate creations.

After sewing the material pieces together, paint Gingerbread Zombie's face and clothes, sew on weird curly hair bits, blah, blah, blah, blah...

After sewing the material pieces together, paint the Gingerbread Zombie’s face and clothes (I used acrylics), maybe sew on a couple of buttons for eyes and add on some weird curly hair bits, blah, blah, blah, blah…

Then we stuff our Gingerbread Zombie. You could stuff them full of sweets or extra helpings of mashed potatoes (my preference when it comes to stuffing myself), but you’re probably better off with an 80/20 mix of cotton and polyester.

"Stuffing the Zombie," sounds dirty, doesn't it? I can assure you this is a very clean process.

“Stuffing the Zombie,” sounds dirty, doesn’t it? I can assure you this is a very clean procedure.

After the stuffing process, a bit of surgery is required. We can’t have the stuffing falling out.

After the stuffing a bit of surgery is required. A concept I am (unfortunately) intimately familiar with.

The dreaded, but necessary surgery. A concept I am (unfortunately) intimately familiar with.

A completed side-stitch:

And unlike certain surgeons I've had the displeasure of encountering, I took the time to make certain all the stuffing is tucked back neatly inside and sewn up with lovely, neat stitches.

And unlike certain surgeons I’ve had the displeasure of encountering, I took the time to make certain all the stuffing (and only the stuffing no rogue bits of carpet or plastic pieces) is tucked back neatly inside and sewn up with lovely, neat stitches. Just because they’re Zombies doesn’t mean they shouldn’t be afforded neat stitching.

Ever read Raggedy Ann stories? Well, she was special because along with her cotton filling she was given a candy heart. My Gingerbread Zombie Army soldiers are special because each one of them has been given a candy Booger for a brain. Yep. You read that right. A candy Booger brain. I couldn’t give them heart, could I? They’re zombies.

Tangy, sugary badness!

Tangy, sugary brainy badness!

There you have it: a quick, if weird and perhaps confusing, guide to making Gingerbread Zombies. If you’d rather not bother, but would still enjoy amassing your very own army, I can be persuaded to part with some of mine. Actually, I was out of commission for awhile and all I could do was sew, sew, and sew and I’m afraid I got a bit carried away making them. Erm…they’ve sort of taken over our home. Gaak. I’m doing my best to keep them happy with stale Halloween candy (as much trouble as it gives me at times, I really do need my brain), so if you’d like to adopt one, I’m certain they’d be thrilled. You can find them in my Etsy Shop.

Meet Billy Bob Bodean

Meet Billy Bob Bodean

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The Wintery End of Terrence

His name is Terrence. Terrence Mackenzie. Ringing any bells? No? He’s Alan Mackenzie’s younger brother.  Alan being the faithful valet and butler to Quentin the Vampire Botanist (and sometimes Fairy Gothfather…what can we say? Quentin is the wearer of many hats).

Younger siblings seem to excel at being thorns in their older siblings’ necks (or pains in their asses, whichever body part they can reach first). In the case of Terrence? He was what is politely referred to as a ne’er-do-well. Not a bad man, just not a very good one. He fancied himself to be a musician and he went off to the great City of Lost Dreams to make his fortune. Sadly, there was no fortune made; leastways, not by Terrence and certainly not in the City of Lost Dreams. Don’t waste any sympathy on him, as you’d be more likely find him tipping back a whiskey or two than picking up his fiddle.

Life never turns out well for ne’er-do-wells (the clue is in the expression) and Terrence was no exception in this regard. He hung out with all sorts of less-than-savory characters, but it wasn’t any of them who caused his accident. Jackie the barkeep warned him not to use the back door of The Scot’s Tide (which despite the name was no where near the ocean). Jackie knew that the lights in the alleyway were busted and no one had got around to replacing them, yet.

Unlike his brother, Terrence was a poor listener at best. Attempting to skip out on his tab, he went straight out the back door, slipped on a patch of ice and landed on his head. He lay in the alley until morning. This was nothing new for Terrence. He often passed out and slept in the alley; however, this time it was winter. The coldest winter the City of Lost Dreams had ever seen, before or since. Slowly freezing until his heart stopped, Terrence never woke up to a hangover again.

Although Quentin thought little of Terrence, he knew that he was Alan’s soft spot. After they received word of his death, he traveled to the City and brought his body back with him. Once safely back home, Quentin went to work using his Vampire magic and Botanist science, melting flesh off bone and imbuing Terrence’s skull with plant and vampire essence. This is not a pleasant process, but the end result is impressive.

Off the booze, Terrence has become quite responsible. You’ll often find him patrolling the estate’s perimeter and thoroughly enjoying giving a fright to anyone foolish enough that gets too close.

It was quite difficult to get Terrence to hold still for his portrait. Perhaps he has ADD. That would explain a lot, actually. Eventually I decided to jog along with him while he patrolled. I’m proud to report that I only ran into a tree once (it wasn’t hurt).

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