I maybe forgot I had a blog.
Okay - I didn't forget. I spend every morning for the last little bit (when was the last time I actually wrote something?) planning to write, telling myself to write, even writing posts in my head.
But I seem to have forgotten to actually write.
But I'm here now! At least for today, and really, that's all I can commit to because time and Christmas and work and all that.
My I Love Kentucky necklaces have become popular all of the sudden, with mucho orders coming in. (Maybe it was because of the giveaway?) Every time I see a new order I grin and tell my husband how excited I am because SOMEONE WANTS TO BUY SOMETHING I MADE! You have no idea how happy it makes me. I am goofy with joy. There'as also been some interest in my new personalized motherhood necklace. I wear mine all the time, myself,with my kids' initials stamped on the little hearts. My son likes to see it on me and comments on how I like to keep him close to my heart. I sure do, buddy.
So what with all the grinning and the celebrating people buying things and the making I am a bit booked up, you know?
And then, on top of that I decided last minute - as per my usual schedule - that I would hand-knit some presents for people. Every year I say no - I'm not going to put myself through it because it's ridiculous to stress myself out as much as I do and also I have a million other things that require my attention. And then I change my mind very close to Christmas because handknits are awesome and I like to spread happiness in the form of wool. And that leaves me scrambling and up late and sore-wristed from all the knitting. I think it will be manageable this year, though. I've chosen a quick pattern and everyone gets the same thing. So maybe it won't be so bad?
Do I say that every year? I feel like I say that every year.
I also have lots of baking/food making to get done. And birthday parties to go to and Christmas parties and then there's my annual animal sacrifice for snow on Christmas. (I'm kidding. No animals were harmed in the writing of this blog post, or in the hopes of creating snow.)
This time of year is fantastic, isn't it? I've honestly been a bit grumpy about the whole thing, trying to make myself feel more Christmas cheer than I do. But I think maybe my standards are too high. It's okay for me not to be ebullient over everything Christmas related. I am all grown up now, even though I don't always feel like it. Of course the season isn't going to be the same as it was when I was a kid so I should probably try to stop focusing on why I don't feel the way I feel like I should feel. You feel me?
Instead, now I can create all that magic for my little monsters. I can make the days exciting and full of all that stuff that made me so Christmasy in days past.
Which is a pretty great gig, if you can get it.