Christmas

I have wondered countless times if there is something wrong with me because I don't like arts and crafts (not the furniture style). I'm not interested in sewing, needlework, or making anything really. I look at other people's blogs and see the projects they're doing like making a lampshade out of ribbons or transforming an old door into a headboard and I think two things: ugly and boring. Even decorating for the holidays puts me into a bad mood because of the mess it makes and the hassle it is.

I don't know what got into me this year, but I decided for Christmas I was going to make my mom a Christmas cross stitch (that way if it turned out awful she only had to display it for a couple weeks of the year). I was a cross stitching machine for about three weeks; I watched multiple movies and the entire season of Winds of War making that sucker.

On top of all that, a couple days after I decided I was too busy this year to decorate for Christmas (and consequently gave a pile of my Christmas decorations to Brandon and Jackie), my Relief Society President asked me if they could include my house on the home tour for the December RS activity. It forced me to spend an afternoon in Tai Pan (which I'll begrudgingly admit was fun, but mostly because Alex came with me) and buy Christmas decorations to get the house looking decent for the holidays. (It was stressful enough though that it was the first day I broke my "no Diet Coke" rule since August 31.)