Little Christmas Disasters
I think I understand why people hate Christmas shopping so much.
The thing about thinking about Christmas 6 months of the year is that you start making lists for, and shopping for presents fairly early, and I am almost usually done before December even arrives.
Sometimes I think it might be nice to shop "Christmas" with all the other Christmas shoppers. I wonder if I'm missing much. I mean, I love just regular shopping at Christmas time, with all the decorations and Christmas carols (I worked in retail for a long long time, and I know that for employees, the carols can be a bit much, but as a customer it's nice to sometimes hear versions of songs I don't personally own.) It seems as though Christmas shoppingat Christmastime during Advent would be fun!
So yesterday was a day of making many non-knitting gifts. First I thought I'd try my hand at a thing called a "toilet bomb" which is like a bath bomb but for your toilet to help keep it clean in between scrubbings. I think I put in a little too much water and then this happended
They seemed fine at first but then they just started to blow up.
I may have to re-make these.
I had also wanted to make some personalized snowglobes for people. I was originally just going to re-use random jars, but they had some nice looking plastic ones at Michaels that, although more expensive, would save me time and sanity trying to find at least 6 jars with the appropriate qualities.
So there I was having a jolly old time hot glueing these snowglobes together, when Erik came in and wondered how they were not going to leak water all over the place.
"Well, I just read the instructions, and they call for some fancy glue, but I'm just going to glue gun them together, that's what they do to the jars on pintrest."
"... maybe you should get the fancy glue."
Listen, when your main squeeze, who is the master of material substitution, tells you to get yourself to the craft store already, you listen.
I have never been to a craft store so close to Christmas, but it looked as though someone had gone on a serious Christmas rampage. Half of the sections were mostly empty, and picked over, and everything else was everywhere. But the line ups! Oh, the line ups! I understand now, people. I understand why Christmas shopping is terrible! There was a line at the beer store, a line at Michaels, a line at the post office, a line at Shoppers... I get it, I get it, I get it.
To top it all off, I brought my own bags but forgot to tell the cashier before she had ripped a bag off, but instead of just putting the perfectly good bag back on the hooks, she threw it in the garbage, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Listen, lady, I didn't remember to bring and then pack my own bag just so you could be a wasteroo. Ugh. What's the point.
And then I got to my car and the car that had been parked in front of mine had left. Yes! I can drive straight through! Foot on the brake, shift into Drive, aannndd -- another car pulls right into the spot. GAH.
Then today we were going to take little monkey to story time with Santa at the mall. He was SOO excited but then... the truck wouldn't start, which meant that we couldn't get the van out of the driveway. Monkey was very patient and would casually throw out how excited he was to see Santa about every two hours all day. We finally had to tell him, that we wouldn't get to go, cuz Erik still couldn't get the truck to start. It was pretty sad. I also had a dentist appointment, and had to take the bus, which was fun, as I haven't taken the bus anywhere in a really long time, but it was a super time killer on a day that both Erik and I were hoping to get a lot done.
I suppose it's a testament to my eternal optimism that these things all happening at once did not destroy my Christmas spirit. They mostly just made me laugh (except for the Santa sadness, that made me give Erik a wry smile from accross the room.)
Wait, did I just destroy the illusion?! Sorry, "GRRumbly grumble. Things don't always go my way, Grrr."
Better?
P.S. Erik tinkered and tested every possible problem with his truck all day to no avail, then just as a last desperate attempt, at 5:00 pm, when I'd finally come back from the dentist, it started. Very very strange.
The thing about thinking about Christmas 6 months of the year is that you start making lists for, and shopping for presents fairly early, and I am almost usually done before December even arrives.
Sometimes I think it might be nice to shop "Christmas" with all the other Christmas shoppers. I wonder if I'm missing much. I mean, I love just regular shopping at Christmas time, with all the decorations and Christmas carols (I worked in retail for a long long time, and I know that for employees, the carols can be a bit much, but as a customer it's nice to sometimes hear versions of songs I don't personally own.) It seems as though Christmas shopping
So yesterday was a day of making many non-knitting gifts. First I thought I'd try my hand at a thing called a "toilet bomb" which is like a bath bomb but for your toilet to help keep it clean in between scrubbings. I think I put in a little too much water and then this happended
They seemed fine at first but then they just started to blow up.
I may have to re-make these.
I had also wanted to make some personalized snowglobes for people. I was originally just going to re-use random jars, but they had some nice looking plastic ones at Michaels that, although more expensive, would save me time and sanity trying to find at least 6 jars with the appropriate qualities.
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| I just realized that these would also make awesome crystal ball props |
So there I was having a jolly old time hot glueing these snowglobes together, when Erik came in and wondered how they were not going to leak water all over the place.
"Well, I just read the instructions, and they call for some fancy glue, but I'm just going to glue gun them together, that's what they do to the jars on pintrest."
"... maybe you should get the fancy glue."
Listen, when your main squeeze, who is the master of material substitution, tells you to get yourself to the craft store already, you listen.
I have never been to a craft store so close to Christmas, but it looked as though someone had gone on a serious Christmas rampage. Half of the sections were mostly empty, and picked over, and everything else was everywhere. But the line ups! Oh, the line ups! I understand now, people. I understand why Christmas shopping is terrible! There was a line at the beer store, a line at Michaels, a line at the post office, a line at Shoppers... I get it, I get it, I get it.
To top it all off, I brought my own bags but forgot to tell the cashier before she had ripped a bag off, but instead of just putting the perfectly good bag back on the hooks, she threw it in the garbage, RIGHT IN FRONT OF ME. Listen, lady, I didn't remember to bring and then pack my own bag just so you could be a wasteroo. Ugh. What's the point.
And then I got to my car and the car that had been parked in front of mine had left. Yes! I can drive straight through! Foot on the brake, shift into Drive, aannndd -- another car pulls right into the spot. GAH.
Then today we were going to take little monkey to story time with Santa at the mall. He was SOO excited but then... the truck wouldn't start, which meant that we couldn't get the van out of the driveway. Monkey was very patient and would casually throw out how excited he was to see Santa about every two hours all day. We finally had to tell him, that we wouldn't get to go, cuz Erik still couldn't get the truck to start. It was pretty sad. I also had a dentist appointment, and had to take the bus, which was fun, as I haven't taken the bus anywhere in a really long time, but it was a super time killer on a day that both Erik and I were hoping to get a lot done.
I suppose it's a testament to my eternal optimism that these things all happening at once did not destroy my Christmas spirit. They mostly just made me laugh (except for the Santa sadness, that made me give Erik a wry smile from accross the room.)
Wait, did I just destroy the illusion?! Sorry, "GRRumbly grumble. Things don't always go my way, Grrr."
Better?
P.S. Erik tinkered and tested every possible problem with his truck all day to no avail, then just as a last desperate attempt, at 5:00 pm, when I'd finally come back from the dentist, it started. Very very strange.
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