I’ve been sucked into one.
Sax doesn’t care as long as she gets fed.
Every year I fool myself into thinking that I’m a ‘Holiday Person’ and every year I get sad when I realize that I’m just not one. Sure I could point fingers and blame other people for me being a Scrooge but it’s really just in my disposition to hate on Christmas. Or at least the commercial beast that Christmas has become.
So yeah, I don’t have kids and they’re kind of what makes this season so ‘magical’. Or what makes things more stressful– jolly. There aren’t too many twenty-something holiday pageants… if there are any, that’s really creepy.
However, I have already gotten an early Christmas present- it was from my dad:
The gift of clean clothes!
Yippeeeee! He got us a new dryer. How cool is that? I’ve done like twenty loads of laundry in the past 24 hours because I can. It’s getting to the point where I’m just washing whatever I see. The cat has gone into hiding and I honestly don’t blame her.
When we were out looking for the perfect washer/dryer that would mesh well with our lives (I totally picked the washer because I liked the clicking noise it made) my dad said something that freaked me out. It was something along the lines of “this is your guyses first Christmas together.” At first my face ticked, what? All of those other Christmases didn’t count? Well apparently it counts now that we’re married and we’ve gone legit.
Then the worry set in. Wait a minute… does that mean this is like a big deal? Then panic. Oh man, the stuff I got him is lame! A quick call to my Granma cleared everything up though. For her and Granpa’s first Christmas together, she made matching pajamas. (His and Hers PJs.) So logically, for our first Christmas together, I should make John something… which leads to the blanket.
DISCLAIMER: I am not a quilter. I am not pretending to be a quilter. I cannot quilt.
Half Life, Rush, Princess Peach, PacMan.
I’ve been making this thing for like three years. What it looks like won’t surprise him but probably the fact that I finished it will.
Oh yeah and the ending of that story that Granma was telling me? She said that Granpa still remembers their first Christmas because she left a pin in one of the legs and it stabbed him.
9 thoughts on “Holiday Vortex”
Love the quilt, that is so adorable. And happy washing and drying!
No need to apologize for not being into the whole thing. As time goes on I feel the same way….
Bah Humbug! 😉
That blanket is so cute! I made my boyfriend some knitted gifts and he knew each one because he went with me to pick out the yarn. I’m sure your husband will still love the final product 🙂
Bah Humbug to Christmas? Then I wish you a Happy Laundry Day!
Sweet… You have your own laundry tools. That rocks! But then you could be like me and still put off laundry until it becomes necessary or Sunday rolls around… I am slowly moving out of my holiday funk. It didn’t help that Jimmy shared his wonderful cold bug with me and that hit Sunday night. To say I have been miserable is an understatement.
p.s. what a cute blankie. did he love it?
Nice blanket! I hope he liked it!
Yay for a washer and dryer. When my dryer suddenly didn’t work and I had to take 2 loads to a laundromat to dry, I said I’d never complain about having to go to the basement to do laundry again – and I haven’t!
Christmas brings mixed feelings to me.
your cat is so awesome