Every family has one. You know the one I mean. The crazy aunt who gives the weird gifts. The one who strikes fear in the hearts of her nieces and nephews because they know the next package could contain the worst gift know to man. (Be honest, you just had a flashback, didn’t you?)
As much as it pains me to say it, I fear I have slipped into that role. Even worse, I am the crazy aunt who knits.
It gives me great satisfaction to give carefully chosen and lovingly created gifts. Unfortunately, the guys at my house aren’t big yarn fans. I’ve made a few scarves, hats, and socks for them in the past but this year they didn’t have a single request so I took out my creative frustrations on my dear, sweet nieces. (Sorry gals.)
Please understand I had the best intentions and I only made items I would wear myself. (You should know I am 43 years old and they are not.) As I carefully wrapped each exquisite masterpiece, that nagging little voice got louder and louder until there was no denying what it was trying to convey. “I AM that aunt.”
If you get a cowl, slouch hat, or scarf from me in the future rest assured the pattern was chosen for you, the color is one I think makes you look positively radiant, and the yarn is one that feels like bliss as it slides through my fingers and off the knitting needles. Please remember this and know I will still love you as you take it directly to Goodwill. It really is okay. Really.
This year I needed a shot of tradition. It helped that my stash is filled with the basics so I didn’t need to buy a single thing. I must say I am pretty bummed that my beautiful white feather Christmas trees were infested with moths in storage last summer. As it turns out I managed without them. I’m posting this after Christmas, but pretend I did it Thanksgiving weekend when I actually put it all up, okay?
The first picture was taken in my living room, I took down the curtains and put up some floral fluff.
The second picture is one of our many collections. My boys have played with these guys since they were toddlers. Some are missing limbs, but I try to save all the parts and pieces so I can glue them back together when the mood strikes.
The fireplace needed a bit of TLC before I took the picture, but there you go. I could have Photoshopped it (I do know my way around a blur tool) but decided against it. I don’t particularly like this year’s fireplace decor, but it was red, green, and shiny so I went with it. (Remember, I didn’t buy anything new and my beautiful white feather Christmas trees were eaten. Grr-still.)
I didn’t want to spend money on new ornaments and decorations since I wasn’t particularly inspired by anything in the stores this year; or maybe I just didn’t spend much time looking this year. Either way, my dear hubby was pleased. We had lights, a tree, and decorations on all four walls in the living room. I guess I’ve been making myself crazy all these years for nothing! Who knew?