For the last few weeks, I have been trying to make, buy (ha!), conjure, etc.. anything that will pass for presents to put under the tree (the dusty thing is still hanging perilously somewhere over the basement stairs). I knitted, sew, sculpted, glued on, cut, moulded..etc, feverishly for a while. Unfortunately, without any clear plan.
On Tuesday, I fell in the bath. yes, I slipped and fell backwards like a not so graceful, pale tree. Fortunately, the bath was half full and I only hurt my right wrist a bit. Not big deal, except that it stops me from getting on with all my 'feverish' crafting and knowing me, I suspect (I dare not look) that, everything I started was not finished before I couldn't help but move on to the next thing. :o/
From my bed I can see: half a hat, a third of a scarf, the tip of a sock, 2 dresses cut but not sewn, a small pile of would be earrings/pendants and some of the stuff needed to make beautiful homemade cards.*sighs*
I used to love Christmas. I guess I still do but, it has to be the kind where everyone is happy, hugging their presents with one arm and clutching a lovely drink with the other. Where faces are rosey and tummys are full, and the evening/day/evening celebrations are passed in content warmth with the ones we love.
I simply can't make it happen this year, like I have done in the past. :'o(
Tisha Eeyore Red shuffling out of your presence for the time being. Stay tuned, or not. I might not care. :oP
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