In Which the Gift-Making Winds Down

The kids are in bed after two days of rambunctious fun, yesterday with my family, today with Jason’s.

I have finished reading the latest installment of Dad’s naval memoirs.  (He writes another hundred or more pages each year and gives them to us for Christmas.  They are very eagerly awaited and quickly and thoroughly devoured.)

Jason is unwinding, finishing up a game on the PS2, and the Mythbusters marathon is on.

I am pondering how I will spend my B&N gift card, and wondering how long I can stretch my Starbucks gift cards.

Yep, it’s a typical Christmas night in our household, everyone stuffed to the gills with food and love, carols fading quickly into memory, gifts waiting patiently to find their permanent places of storage.  (And wrapping paper and accoutrements staring accusingly from the dining room table.  I’ll put you away tomorrow, I promise.)  I hope your evening is as cozy and satisfying.

As promised, photos of the last two presents finished just under the wire Tuesday night:

For my sister.  This picture is from a desk calendar she had in junior high school.  It was published by the Costume Designers Guild of America and featured several drawings like this.  I found the calendar this summer when I was helping Mom clean out their basement and grabbed it with a vague idea of something like this for Christmas.  The frame has been in my office closet for several years.  I bought it because I loved it, but I never found the “just right” photograph for it.  I’m pretty sure it’s because I would need it for this drawing.  (I also wrapped up the calendar and gave it to her, and she got a kick out of reading about her eighth-grade social life.)

For Mom.  Another Easy Peasy Crochet Bag, this time with a square base, and sized to be a knitting project bag for her.  It ended up being precisely the size she needed.  (Success!)

I lined it with one of Mom’s old shirts.  She brought several to me last month when I mentioned my all-handmade holidays, knowing that I could use the fabric.  She was amused to receive it back.  I’m proud of myself for remembering to sew in a pocket to hold needles and such.

And that’s it.  I think I’ve shared all of the gifts, save Jason’s hat and scarf, and it’s really much too warm to force him to model them at the moment.  All in good time.  Not to worry, though.  There will be no dearth of projects to share.  One of the boxes under Mom’s tree with my name on it was filled with the most scrumptious of yarns, and I’ve been frogging sweaters…there’s plenty left to be made in ’09.