It's not that I'm not ready for Christmas. I've sent the cards, wrapped all the gifts, decked the halls and bought the food. I've finished the craft fairs and the fund-raising day and all I have is two and a half days to work then off for the hols.
It's just that I don't feel settled. It might be just a jumbled mind that needs clearing but things don't seem quite "hunky-dory" if you get my meaning. I haven't been able to settle down and write a blog that anyone would want to read, comment on or even think mildly interesting, yet I've read so many fabulous posts by other people. My followers have even dropped under 50! I guess I have to rethink it a bit next year. I'm also worrying about Jasmine, the Girl Genius, who has not been herself, health-wise, since starting nursery school. She's just not the lovely little person she was, always now feeling unwell and wittery. I'm sure my children were the same when they started school, but I do fret about her.
I have managed to crochet a scarf and handwarmers in what I thought were lovely bright, complementary colours, and now I don't like them. See how I'm wavering?
I am sure about the following though.
My daughter's friend's new shoes!
I hate ...
My Crap Secret Santa gift!
My fellow art workers and I always get together for a Christmas meal and we have "Crap Secret Santa". The strict rules are:
1. It must cost less than a pound
2. It must come from a charity shop
3. It must be crap
Over the years we have had so much laughter with these gifts. The worst (best) this year was an elderly, very battered handmade papier mache budgie the size of a parrot. The all-time best (worst) gift was a huge plastic black rhino. It takes very little to amuse me and my friends!
If you have any ideas for mind-clearing and thought-straightening tips, please let me know - otherwise I'm going straight back to the mulled wine again!
PS: Well done, Harry!