I have my grinch pants on this morning.
Our house is overflowing with stuff (including masses of pine needles from the tree that may not survive to see Christmas day) and I have had enough! Now, don’t get me wrong, I really enjoy Christmas. I love opening my letter-box to find a comforting pile of handwritten envelopes marked with nativity-scene stamps. It’s so nice to sit down (with a hot cup of tea) and tear them open to read what your friends and family are up to.
When you sit down and realise that what you actually have is a pile of tacky cards from the people who sold your house two years ago, the people who want to sell your house this year and various signatures that can’t be deciphered from family members that you aren’t sure are yours, it’s less wonderful. It’s just card clutter. Particularly when they spell your name wrong.
I don’t see the point in sending cards that are essentially x-number of names enclosed by ‘dear’ and ‘from’ with a typed Christmas platitude in the middle. I am grateful to be thought of, and that you took time and effort and money to send something, but why did you send it? Duty? It’s the done thing? Angling for new business? Grumpgrumpgrump.
So I had a purge and now I feel better! I have tossed the cards from those who want my money, and my mantelpiece is now friends and confirmed family again. The envelopes are all in the recycling, and I have a new hot cup of tea.
Anyway. If I take the grinch pants off there are plenty of things to enjoy about Christmas.
The wax paper star was made by my friend, Nina. So pretty against the bright flowers outside. The cushion in the middle is what I have made for my brother in law’s gift. And the leckerli were made by another friend, Ben, and enjoyed with proper champagne last night!
There will be more on the saga of the knitted bunny next time.
How is your Christmas build-up going?