In my family, knitting people presents for Christmas is hard. All of my family members probably have a vague idea of what they’re getting this year, just because I knit these vague blobs of fabric and am elusive about what it’s going to be.
Sometimes it’s hard to have a family that’s so interested in your knitting.
Yep, they say. I’m getting another pair of socks this year …
And I wilt in the corner … No, just kidding. My family is really not that mean. 🙂
This year, I’m making all of my family’s presents.
As I’ve been updating you, I’ve been doing NaNoWriMo (which is a handful to type, by the way), so that makes my knitting progress slowed down a bit. (And everything else, for that matter.)
I’m in the middle of a pair of socks for someone that’s not related to us, an artist friend of ours.
I have another pair of socks to knit for his wife.
I’ve got to finish a present for my father; I’ve yet to decide what I’m going to make him–I’m leaning toward a pair of knitted ties, but that’s only if I have enough time.
One more sock to go for my younger sister.
I made a pair of socks for my littlest sister who is three, and she’s hopefully forgotten about them (she’s tried them on several times).
And that leaves one person, someone who I’ve got no idea what I’m getting him: My one-year-old brother.
He’s the hardest of my family members to knit for.
I think that I’ll get all of the things that I’m planning on giving people finished before Christmas.
I like the way that we’ve been doing Christmas.
For several years now, my family has been striving to get back to the meaning of Christmas, the thankfulness of Christmas. My mom’s vision for our Christmases is to be as thankful for our presents as Mary and Laura were in Little House when Mr. Edwards brought them a tin cup, a penny, and peppermint stick.
We’ve been downsizing Christmas; getting away from the commercialism; taking back what it’s all about.
We’ve been creating a more thankful Christmas by creating each other’s gifts.
And I think that it’s working.
We know that the other person has poured their time into making this thing for us. That’s no small thing.
It makes us have a deeper relationship.
It makes us love each other more.
I makes us feel fuller.
One of my favorite quotes is from Ann Voskamp: “When you’re looking for joy, you will always find it hiding in your gratitude.”
That’s so true.
When we’re thankful for our shapeless blobs of knitted fabric, we’re a lot happier.
I’m talking to you, Kay-Leigh. 😉
But no, really. Think about it. When we’re content, that’s one thing. But being thankful for everything, that’s taking contentedness to a whole new level.
That’s giving yourself permission to be happy, subconsciously.
And boy, does it work.
Thanks again for listening to me ramble.
Your comments are appreciated!
PS. I told you last post that the sock pattern I have in Knitty is a character in The Hobbit. The character is an elf.