I am, by nature, NOT a gift knitter.
The deadlines don’t suit me, the STRESS doesn’t suit me, and the fact that I have to give the thing away in the end DEFINATELY doesn’t suit me.
Therefore, I swore I was not going to let IT happen.
None for me.
Hell if I’m going to ditch all of *my* knits, bust my ass trying to make crazed deadlines, and stress myself out during my favorite time of year!!! I’ve seen what *it* does to people, and THIS YEAR, IT WASN’T HAPPENING TO ME.
No. holiday. knitting.
Well, this Thanksgiving, wearing my pretty new long-sleeved minisweater, I curled up with my niece to watch the Charlie Brown Thanksgiving special (the one where Peppermint Patty invites herself over for Thanksgiving and Chuck makes her and the gang popcorn and toast and she gets mad and then they all go over the river and through the woods to Grandma’s condo?).
My niece is 2.
My niece is very cute.
Like, take YOUR niece’s cuteness, and muliply it by like 10 and THAT’S HOW CUTE my niece is to *me*
(to you, she might just be darn fucking cute, but to ME, she is the be-all-and-end-all of CUTENESS)
So, there we were, watching some Snoopy, when she started petting my sweater.
“Preeeeeeetttttty,” she said.
me: Yeah? You like it?
her: Yeah. Red.
me: You like red?
her: I want a sweater.
me: A red sweater?
her: No. Purple.
me: You want me to make you a purple sweater?
her: I ask Santa Claus.
You think three weeks is enough time?