Now, don’t look at me like that. It’s my prerogative. I can choose to make people gifts for Christmas or I can choose … NOT TO! And this year, I am firmly coming down on the side of not. Why?
I Can’t Be Arsed
This is becoming the leitmotif of True Confessions. Time and again in these posts, I’ve written the words ‘can’t be arsed’. And so it is around this year’s Christmas.
I’m Not Convinced People Even Like What I Make For Them
So often, I hand over a gift that I’ve slaved over. So often, I never see or hear of it again. Why? Why don’t people send me snaps of them wearing their scarf/mittens/apron? Didn’t they notice the begging look in my eyes: You will like this, won’t you? It’s just so stressful, wondering if all my hard work has gone straight to the charity shop.
At Some Point, All The Joy Goes Out Of Making
I start to feel as though I’m working on a factory line. Must, must, must complete that third make-up bag. Why? No one’s forcing me to do this.
I don’t want to spoil anyone else’s fun as they make their piles of home made gifts. Let’s face it – you’re probably nicer people than me. But this year, I’m determined to take the festive season easy. Really easy. The only problem is, I spotted and bought some fun cotton down Walthamstow market (see below). Monkey print for the cheeky monkey in your life? A nice little wash bag or make up roll or ipad case. Stop it, Karen, stop it! By all that is holy, no one is finding this under their Christmas tree. I’m absolutely determined…
What about you? Are you making for others this year, or rolling around in a pit of unapologetic selfishness like me?