If your making can’t be a little bit pants at this time of year, I don’t know when it can. Each year, I relish placing my homemade sourdough decorations on the tree.
These decorations are as indestructible as cockroaches. Each warped piece of dough carries the felt tip initial of an attendee at my Christmas dinner a few years ago. The dinner when I forgot to put the turkey in the oven…
This year’s wreath is a bunch of holly I cut from the back garden and strung together with twine. It makes me giggle every time I nearly take an eye out opening the front door. I just hope my postie isn’t of a litigious nature.
And my Christmas cake has a gothic vibe because there was black ribbon in the house and I couldn’t be arsed going out to buy anything more festive. (I secretly love my gothic Christmas cake. The Addams family would be proud of me.)
Of course, the key to the holidays is knowing when to stop. Turns out I’m not going to roast that ham or make a last present. I do still have to tidy the house, and that involves putting the sewing machine away. Maybe.
Love to you and yours and if you’re travelling – stay safe!