I’m just not ready for Christmas. It’s worrying and fretful-making. I usually love Christmas passionately but it’s starting to feel like *whispering now* Too Much Trouble.
Instead of putting up my decorations (was it really only seven years ago that I was teased mercilessly for having more than ten Christmas trees in the house?), I’m selling them on etsy.

Well, not all of them. Just this garland that I made this year. I think it’s great (being a yoyo lover and all) but the kids have given me grief about it (Damn kids. Who said they could have opinions?), so I’m hoping to send it to a home where it is loved and wanted.

Yay! Good news! It IS going to live in a house where it will be loved and petted and folded up nicely on December 31st! Thanks, Michelle :-*

And then there’s this doll I made. I actually made three (they are all different) and I’m asking myself, “Self? Do you even need ONE rag doll at your age, let alone three?” So I’m selling her, too. It’s not her fault that she drew the LONG straw (a ticket out of this mad house is not to be sneezed at!). She just happened to be handy and the other two were hiding.

Maybe as the house clears out a bit, I’ll start to feel calmer? Or maybe I’ll just hide,too, until it’s all over.