All those M&S adverts, carols on the radio and pine trees everywhere are really getting to me. I am getting that Christmas Spirit!
Yesterday I raided my stash of goodies. This stash lurks quietly in a cupboard all year being fed by me whenever I see something I think friends or family would like. It is my sort of on-going prezzie pile. It goes on from year to year, sometimes it doesn't all get used and carries forward till next year and more birthdays, Christmas etc. It is very much a case of I pick up bits and pieces that I like and then fit them to the appropriate person.
Well yesterday was judgment day on the cupboard. I hauled everything out and put it all on the kitchen table. Then I had a happy hour with coffee in hand going through everything and remembering why I bought it and where. Little stories in themselves all coming together. I had to laugh when I remembered our visit to Hawkins Bazaar (Idgy's favourite shop) and Idgy and I giggling over all the funny books etc for my brother Colin. Little treats bought at the various fairs I have worked at this year. They bring the whole fair back to mind, the friends I've made there, conversations suddenly remembered.
The wrapping paper, an assortment of brown paper (love old fashioned brown paper tied up with string – oops getting all Julie Andrews there!) and various shiny colours picked up here and there, and often in the sales way back in January. It is almost like a palette of paints, I have my rolls of paper on one side and a tangle of strings and ribbons on another, colour and texture, all bright and beautiful.The wrapping begins. As I pack things up I imagine it being unwrapped again by its new owner. How will they feel, what will be their first reaction? Some things are a given, those bits and pieces that Idgy has been lusting after for months, I know she'll be pleased with those. But it is the things I have found myself that I think she'll like, things she hasn't asked for or mentioned before, those are the things that make me smile as I wrap them up. What will she say, will she grin and laugh, I do hope so.
So the wrapping is done, the scenty tags are tied in place and there is a lot less ribbon in the house. HQ has been raided for anything remotely festive that can be tied, glued or otherwise attached to a prezzie.
There is something for everyone. Not a great deal, but something I hope they will find special and enjoy.
I am thrilled to say that the stash has worked its magic again, all Christmas shopping is done, dusted and complete. No need for a special shopping mission in horribly busy shops, no need to hit the internet with melting credit card. What joy!
I now have a bit of quiet satisfaction that will hopefully boost me up through the panic of trying to get the house back to normal and some sort of festivy look. I may have chucked all the stock back out to HQ last week and found the dining room floor, but unfortunately I still have to delve in and sort things out.Sod it, sort things out, forget it. Bring on the decorations and the Christmas cards on every surface. Cover up with Christmas camouflage and leave it all till the new year.