Giftmas is on the way. We once again have almost no money, in spite of two of us working crazy hours for more money that we’ve ever seen before. So making gifts it is.
So far, I have a pair of Vog’on socks for Baby Goth (well, not so much a baby anymore – she’s driving soon), a pair of toe-up Marpleridge socks from Kate Atherley’s Custom Socks:Knit to Fit Your Feet for Dad Goth, and…that’s it so far. I did buy a cross-stitched ornament pattern that I want to make for a couple of my work friends, and a pattern for some tiny Mochis from Mochimochiland, but I haven’t even started those yet.
Right now, my work is in the middle of open enrollment for a lot of our clients. People seem to feel free to be their worst selves when speaking with customer service. It seems to be worse over the holidays. So much pressure to have the picture-perfect Xmas/Hanukkah/Kwanzaa/Festivus/Newtonmas/insertyourfavoritewinterholidayhere (mine is the Winter Solstice/Yule), and it’s easy to take out one’s aggressions on an entity over the phone or online. Because we aren’t real.
End of whinge.
What that means is, I have been using crafting as a distraction from everything. Which has worked well in the past, but doesn’t seem to be working this year. I’m still in shock/mourning for my Dad, and I don’t feel like I can talk about it to anyone. My beloved Annabel Lee, our little ginger cat, died a little more than a month ago. That’s been pretty hard too.
So this is my apology in advance to anybody I owe something to. Giftmas present, card, cookies, whatever. I consider getting up and going to work every day an accomplishment these days, and I’ve got a limited number of accomplishments in me. I’m sorry.