My family Christmas celebration was on Sunday afternoon. I rushed around on Saturday baking and sewing and wrapping... then on Sunday baking again. Our little celebration was nice and I have to admit it went much better than I expected. We always have some sort of drama or turmoil, but not this year unless you count a five month old weimaraner puppy punching me in face. She didn't mean to and no bruises, so all is good.
There weren't a lot of outrageous, off the mark gifts this year. This was a big surprise. My sisters actually liked the hand made gifts I gave them. I had made many versions and instead of choosing one for each of them and wrapping them up, I let them choose their favorite. This saved me a lot of wrapping and helped them feel more involved. It was great.
I have to say, I got one of the best Christmas gifts ever. It wasn't what I initial thought when my sister said "here is your garage sale find" as she handed it over. I proceeded to open a big brown box with caution and was surprised to find layer, upon layer of vintage notions pilled in the box. She had been collecting them all year long as she thrifted and garage-saled. For a baby sister who often feels really misunderstood, who worries if her sisters really get (or like) her hand made gifts, this present knocked my socks off. Not just because I LOVE everything in the box, but because it means my sister was thinking about me all year long. Totally priceless.
Here are a few pictures of the goodies. I will have to take some better, close up photos. Some of the packaging is so cool and old. I am not sure I will be able to bring myself to use most of this. Maybe I will need to make some collages or shadowboxes for my craft area to display some of the best things.
Now I am feeling oddly guilty for the rush being over, for just needing to pack and drive to spend Christmas Eve and Christmas with my Pops. It is definitely different this year, but we will be okay. I am looking forward to cooking for him, to sitting on the sofa under a quilt and reading or knitting. I am looking forward to calm. I will miss all of Mom and her piles of wrapped up presents, but I will cherish the time with Pops, taking care of him and hoping he feels better real soon.
Wishing all of you a Merry Christmas!