It is three days till the Cavalcade of Houseguests, Thanksgiving Edition, and the contents of our kitchen are residing in our sunroom. And in our dining room. Because J is sanding and refinishing our kitchen floor. Which is a good thing. And really, is there ever a bad time to have a house full of sawdust?
Or a sinus infection?
On the plus side, I've finished Christmas gifts for three family members. I've conceptualized gifts for three more, which is half the battle, or some fraction, anyway. Even if it's a tiny fraction, I'll take it.
Having a handmade Christmas is so important to me in so many ways, and one of the things I love is that my Christmas shopping consists of the Handmade Arcade, a big trip to the fabric/arts & crafts supply store, and ransacking my own stash and supplies. Done! I know some people love the hustle and bustle of the holiday season, but I'm not one of them. I'm happiest when I can hunker down in a holiday cocoon of my own making. At home.
All this crafting is also therapeutic, and I've needed it. It's been a stressful week, and it's left me in a state of suspense/dread (not sure which is appropriate, so ricocheting between the two) about something I care about very much. Sorry I can't be too much more specific than that at this point. But getting some Christmas crafting done makes me feel... a little more in control. And that's all we really want sometimes, isn't it? To feel in control. Is that so much to ask?
P.S. Misplaced fabric paint update: I shouted it out!