Every year, the day after Christmas is spent admonishing myself for not starting my holiday crafting sooner. The people around me are very generous, and when I am given so much, I feel awful not reciprocating, especially when I’m in the wonderful position of being able to create beautiful, warming objects for others. And I don’t mean to say that my holidays are very material, or that I think that ‘having stuff’= happiness, but for me, it is the one time of the year that I really love to show my affections and appreciations for everyone. Last year I whipped up batches of salted caramels for our families, and I think that everyone understood the work that they took—especially Scott’s sister, who witnessed the madness of a girl wielding a candy thermometer. In instances like this, it is impossible for the recipient of the gift to misunderstand the efforts taken to bring a smile to their face, and the gifts are typically very well received. And the biggest gift of the whole gesture is actually to me, who gets to witness the transition of a timid mouth to a thankful, sated one. It is duly humbling and satisfying.
So, back to the post-Christmas scolding. The problem is that I always tell myself that the next year will be different. I decide to start my knitting in January, so as to finish it all by July, and every knitter knows just how unrealistic that notion is. Then I tell myself that September will be the perfect time to start. School comes along and toys with my knitting schedule, and before I’m aware of it, it is November, 11 days in to be exact, and I still have nothing. So much for being proactive.
Now, with a bit of a self-imposed crunch, I’m trying to make up for lost time. I don’t want to be too ambitious, yet realism seems to escape me at this time of year. My brain is clouded by the scent of cinnamon, the sight of snowflakes and holiday ornaments tumbling out of the cupboards, and the nostalgic sounds of my home brimming with family. I thought that if I committed myself to another public list I would be able to stick to it, with who-knows-who watching. A visual record might be the kind of thing I need to have right now, a reminder of what I have to do and by when. To make:
- Mom—Milkweed shawl, VK cropped sweater in Eco Wool (swatching right now).
- Dad—a hat if time is short; a pullover in Eco Wool if time permits.
- Brother—simple ribbed cap in Malabrigo for early morning drives to school.
- Yiaya—slippers or a shawl. Hmm.
- Grandma—requested scarf. Think on this.
- Scott’s mom—requested socks. Orangettes dipped in chocolate.
And for everyone, some more salted caramels and some cayenne/cocoa dusted truffles. Those are more of a last minute, two-nights-before-Christmas event.
I’m off to dig into my stash to see what I can make with what I have. I’m very excited, and hope that I can get everything done. My fingers are going to be very busy for the next month!