Christmas is well on its way, and dont I know it

[astoryandasong]

I just bought some Christmas cards. Supercute cards, to be sure, but its not even Halloween yet. However Christmas spirit and its accompanying paranoia is already lodged in my brain.

I am choosing to blame work.  It's not rough for me, but it could be quite emotional if I let it. So now when my mind wanders I'm already thinking about letterpress christmas cards and hmming over taking the handmade pledge.  I think I will- between my own craftiness and cooking (I just put some orders down for preserving jars and bottles to replace those I've used) I will be able to both start early and  avoid spending loads on crap presents nobody wants. Think chilli jelly with tiny sweet cards, homemade peanut brittle. Madiera cakes and praline cookies. In lovely sweet brown paper wrapped with string.

Hopefully I'll get loosed in the kitchen this Christmas, give my mum a break.


Of course its an extension of what I want for myself- that is for a sweet letterpress card and maybe a little 'Home Sweet Homo' cross-stitch. Old before my time and proud.  Maybe a little gocco moleskein recipe notebook. I AM EASILY PLEASED.


(p.s Pressa Russa is where I got my cards. Just don't buy everything before I get paid again, you guys. also, cough cough, expect more rambles on this subject)

Comments

[heynderyckx.livejournal.com]

Damnit, Gemma, we share a brain. It's official. Don't tell me otherwise.

I'm...not the biggest fan of Xmas but I definitely make all my gifts. I always wanted that friend who would give me things he/she had made themselves, warm, fuzzy, bake-y, kitschy handmade things such as I now make for myself. *sniffle*

If I had the $$ I would totally be that friend to you. *shakes fist to the sky* DAMN YOU, ECONOMY! DAMN YOU TO HELL!

However, the heavens may part and I'll be showered with good fortune, buy you gobs of moleskines and suddenly become proficient in knitting and bury you in a great tumble of gifts a la Kirk's torrent of tribbles. Ahn. And bake, of course, I will admit I'm naturally proficient at baking and will share the love.

[heynderyckx.livejournal.com]

Also: tell me what is up with work.

We definitely need to move into some adorable cottage in the countryside and waste the days knitting, doing crosswords, baking/cooking goods with wafting scents so delectable they taunt neighbors from the next county over, and reading/watching slash and listening to music by slashable people.

*skips happily away*

[heynderyckx.livejournal.com]

Oh, my old-timey watch/steampunk fetish, she taunts me: http://www.etsy.com/view_listing.php?listing_id=16435393 WANT

I'm convinced my last life was in the 1920s. In love with everything from then to approx. 1960.

Don't send me links to things I <3 on Etsy! It makes me want to spend $ I don't have! It's mentally torturing! I will stop browsing RITE NAO and get on with my chores and cookings.

[astoryandasong.livejournal.com]

THOSE ARE THE ONES I BOUGHT HAHAHAH

[astoryandasong.livejournal.com]

It's just intense at times. It's lucky I have a sick sense of humour. Kind of like being a cop. You see all the shitty things people are doing. And if you did not laugh about it you would be depressed. I always thought that was exaggerating but nope.

that is like, my ultimate life. A cottage in like, Maine, or Skye, or some other tiny cold place.

[astoryandasong.livejournal.com]

WE DO.

Gosh darnit, why can't I win the lottery and decorate my house like a Cath Kidston ad? Its so UNFAIR

One day, one day, we should exchange packages. Cookies would not last, but mittens do.