I wrapped presents last night! Wrapping presents is one of my favorite things to do. When I was a teenager I would spend part of my Christmas vacation with my Grandma, helping her do her wrapping and making her famous dipped chocolate candies. She had 25 grandchildren, so there was a lot of wrapping and dipping to do. She taught me how to get the corners just so, so the wrapping looks nice and crisp and tidy. I think that was the Dutch in her that I inherited. Even when she was in the depths of Alzheimer's, she would make her bed with perfect hospital corners, and help do the dishes, folding the dishcloth perfectly and hanging it neatly to dry. I miss my Grandma.
So, I made little gifts for co-workers. I made glass glitter initials for everyone, and I wish the photograph showed the colors a little better. Then I filled cellophane bags with Lindt truffles and knitted roses (I added pin-backs to the roses), and stuffed straw gift basket filler around everything. A couple of friends got properly wrapped presents. I love the pale blue paper I picked up at Target, the turquoise glitter looks so pretty with it.
I took a couple pictures of my tree, but I ended up with a frightening bug-eyed peacock, so I will have to try again tomorrow.
I'm doing my best to enjoy the next few days of holiday-ness, but it's been rough. I took off work on Friday so I could decorate and bake and do fun Christmas things and woke up that morning with a cold that is still lingering. I have a frog-like voice and I'm going through the tissue at record speed. This morning the husband called as I was leaving for work, broken down at the side of the road. In the car that we just spent a lot of money fixing. Not my car that we spent large, vast amounts on, but the other one that we fixed up because it would be so much more fuel efficient to drive than his big old truck, which probably also need to have large amounts of money spent on it for new tires and such. So it seems that this year is just trying to knock us down and we keep getting back up only to be knocked down again. Please, 2006, could you go a little easier on us? That would be great, thanks.