St. Nicholas Box 2023: Windmill plans and tutorial

St. Nicholas Day 2023


As you my friends may know, every year I make St. Nicholas Day Boxes and fill them with treats and sometimes toys (if they fit). I started doing this when my children were little, so I've got lots of different designs.  Some weren't all that great, but we have saved a lot of them.  I used to make each box separately for both of them, but went to printing them up so I could start giving them to family and friends. This year's box was
Elizabeth just had to add Don Quixote.

complicated and a lot more work.  I've had people request the designs before so I thought I'd put a link to the scan of the art so anyone can download it and do it, but for some reason my scanned PDF doesn't come out as solid for the color as when I print it directly from my printer.   I may solicit some help from my artistic daughter to see if I can get that corrected, but for now, here's the scan and the tutorial on YouTube.



If you decide to print them off, cut, fold and glue them together then make sure you use card stock when you print.  Here is a scan if you want to make one:

https://drive.google.com/file/d/1hVgjT4joO2Rp0MVUPdIURZrMXLSVGfHH/view?usp=sharing

Watch the tutorial so you can see how I put it all together, or just figure it out.  You'll need:

  1. the scanned copies on card stock
  2. scissors and/or...
  3. an exacto knife
  4. a black ink pen for scoring
  5. pin clips (like tie tacks)
  6. rubber cement or glue
  7. cardboard or something to cut on
  8. I hope I've not forgotten something.

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