Ah, the holiday season…where everybody, including me, starts to panic about presents for the loved ones in their life. Like anybody who knits, I get loads of requests for last minute speed-knitting of pretty, warming things. Some of them are very doable. Many are too time-crunching. A few are jaw-droppingly ludicrous. Sweaters. Elaborate socks. Entire blankets. Union suits. Alien face-hugger masks with bendable leggies. Huge Dwarf helmet-hats with horns and braided beards. While it’s extremely flattering to hear that people think I have magical knitterly skills, I have to turn the big projects down. I also start getting that hunted look on my face, where I’m expecting to sprint down the corridors at work with my coworkers chasing me, yelling, “No, wait, it’s just a last-minute thing, I know you can do it by Christmas!! Come Baaaack!”
But that said, I’ve cranked out a few pretty things, here and there…
Both of these lovely things have already been claimed. I should make more. When can I make more? So many things to make!! So many! Do I have enough yarn? The right kind? Do I have to make some? Why did I make this fussy, time-consuming thing that everybody wants now? I Must Make Many Many THIIIIIIIINGS!!
And then possibly ask Santa for a Time-Turner, or manybe a Margarita machine. It’s medicinal, I tellya…
Danger indeed! I can think of someone who would know of the existence of a Williams Sonoma dedicated margarita station, find it for less at a restaurant supply store, and get it delivered by truck before Christmas. (Not me, sadly.)
That’s okay, Jonathan…It’s the thought that counts. I can just think about ways to make the blender at home more festive. I’d do garlands around the top,but most holiday shrubberies are either not that tasty or downright toxic. Maybe I can stick Hamish in a Santa hat. or…*looks nervously at glaring Hamish* I could *not* stick a Santa hat on Hamish. Might be safer.