I have a feeling the studio floors are going to be covered in fabric scraps, paper and notions for the entire month of December. With a long list of "to-makes" for the holidays there isn't any point in even sweeping the floor.
I love the holidays. I'm a sucker for them. I love the cozy indoors, the cold winds, the snow (though it's come and gone I am praying it returns soon) This is the first year that Frankie has started to have her own ideas of what the holidays mean. This is a tricky thing, especially if you are anything like me, I hope to instill in her the true meaning of Christmas, of Winter Solstice, of Winter Celebration. And I think that's why it is so important that Gabriel and I are hand making almost everything, both together and on our own and with the kids. From decorations to gifts to holiday events, I try my very best not to get wrapped up in the commercialism that comes so in your face this time of year. If only I can show my kids how truly satisfying it is to spend time with the ones you love, not spend time buying things for the one you love. I think we're doing alright so far. She has her own list of "to-makes" for the people that she loves and I love that.
I have managed to scratch one project off the list tonight, right on deadline considering tomorrow is December First. I finished off the last of the advent calendar I've been working on secretly for the kids. I promised to show you when I finished, and it's done, hung on the wall and waiting, tiny house bellies full of goodies for the kids starting tomorrow. Though I have a feeling there will be a lot of talking about why you can only peek inside one house a day. Oh the agony I bring to my children. And the glee.