So today is November 25 or as was cheerfully pointed (by someone who is no doubt ridiculously over organized) “one month ’til Christmas”.
I love a holiday as much as the next person: visits with family and friends; lots of good food; and time off work to wear sweatpants and recuperate. But I’m a procrastinator, and I’ve taken it to new levels this year. My nieces and nephews always get socks for Christmas from me (it seemed like a good idea at the time). I have one pair actually completely completed. Two more that a good evening could finish off. That leaves 6 pair (12 socks in case you’re counting). I keep telling myself I can pull this off, but I’m starting to have nightmares about giving a 3 year old opening a ball of sock yarn Christmas morning.
But that I think is the key: the three little ones are 3, 2, and 1. They’re socks aren’t big. The biggest ones are done. The middle ones are in progress, sort of mostly anyway. I so can do this, right?
Don’t answer that, I’m off to knit.