It wouldn't be Christmas without it.
All of a sudden, I truly believe I can do things that, were it not such a twinkly time of year, I wouldn't even be tempted to try. The closer it gets to D-Day, I get super sentimental and think to myself, You know, if I really loved my friends and family, I would show them by showering them with handcrafted love. Which is really ridiculous, I know, because there really is only so much time in the world. And probably the more ridiculous thing that you're saying to yourself right now is, If you really did love your friends and family, you would have started in July.
But. That's just not how I roll. Better under pressure, I always say. (Actually, when it's time to say that, it usually comes out in the way of a pathetic sob.)
On the list right now? Eight more hats for wine bottles, a pair of handspun mittens, two pairs of socks, a pair of pajama bottoms, a baby sweater, three pairs of boxer shorts, a skein of handspun and possibly a sparkly scarf to wear to Mass on Christmas Eve. That's the handmade stuff. I haven't even started shopping. (Excuse me for one second. My head is in a paper bag.)
However. These past 24 hours have been such a flurry of activity that I can't help but be convinced I'll succeed.
Another wine bottle hat. I see this one perched atop a grapefruit-y Sauvignon Blanc.
A Noro-type gift, cast on last night of course, for someone on my list who I hope does not read this blog. (If you're reading this, Mom, do me a favor and act really surprised on Christmas morning.)
Lavender sachets. Whoops. I forgot to mention that I totally broke one of my own rules. You know, about pursuing another creative outlet. I started using a sewing machine. I don't know what happened. Well, that's not true. There's a quilt shop next door. It was inevitable. Frankly, I'm rather impressed with my willpower--I held out for almost two and a half years! (We won't even discuss the pajama bottoms I made for Curt for his birthday last week. I'll save that for the New Year.)
This is entirely unrelated to the holiday. I just felt like starting something new.
p.s. Negative Nancies need not leave comments. Of course I realize that I'm biting off a foolish amount of work. That's why I've already scratched the sparkly scarf off the list.