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[kbk]

Today I went out for three hours and completed my christmas shopping. Unfortunately I have nowhere near completed my christmas making, but there's... twelve whole days... for me to finish the thing and the thing, and then the other thing... OK. I need to knit faster.

I'd been putting that off all week. Also a phone call, which I made this morning, and which was remarkably painless.

I have to sort out travel. Also do laundry and things. Also I have been cold. A lot. And earlier I was reading huddling-for-warmth fic and went 'ooh, that's what I need, a naked slave.'

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[diarytypething.livejournal.com]

Yay for Christmas making as opposed to Christmas shopping.

[kbk]

My makings are not nearly as extensive or exciting as yours, just a cross-stitch thing and some knittings, but yes, making wins. Fun, cheaper, and people seem to find it ridiculously impressive.

[diarytypething.livejournal.com]

Most of the stuff I've been making isn't really that impressive; some of it is a bit primary school, and even the most difficult bits can be done in front of the telly, apart from the obsessive compulsive jam making, because that has to happen in the kitchen.

[kbk]

And yet I am impressed. And I am sure your giftees will be as well.

[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

I have my things. Just not anyone else's. It's their fault for leaving me to buy all the presents again.

Moo is getting that War On Terror board game because I think he'd look good in a balaclava with EVIL on it in big letters. Well, who wouldn't? Eleri is impossible because she has more money and more style than me, and a million allergies. And I like her so can't fob her off with tat. Dammit.

Bah. Keep your hands warm so they don't go achey.

[kbk]

It is their fault. Your own things is perfectly reasonable.

Maybe you could make a thing for Eleri? Make her a Clanger! Heh.

And you are not really one to talk about keeping hands warm. (but I am doing.)

[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

They can watch and read my own things. Actually, I think my dad will like Noggin the Nog. It is one of his good attributes.

I shall need about a year more of therapy before I can gove people things I have made without gibbering (hence bag of Clangers) although Moo and Eleri have Clangers already just not as Christmas/birthday things and therefore less scary to me. I always give people things I have made with a short (well, long) lecture on how shit they are, which is not very festive. Maybe they can have books next year. Eep.

Hands, yes. I have gloves on, I am just crap at circulation and the urge to play with a computer fights the urge to have normal fingers. Knitting is especially bad for such things though, so I am totally allowed to be all fussy likea maiden aunt. So there.

[kbk]

Oh god, I totally get the gibbering - heck, you saw a bit of the planning for gillian's thing (now half-done!) and there was quite a lot more of that, and I procrastinated it as well (but it will be done in time!)

I am giving a book to a stepbrother who is all arty, so I thought, hey, art book of some kind, then I was in Borders and I looked at the art section and went... I have no idea. Y'know? I mean, I know he likes Escher. And. um. Klimt? perhaps? But, yeah, so he's getting a book about windowsills which looked interesting (no, seriously). Unless I fail to finish the cross-stitch for Maureen in which case she can have windowsills and Stephen can have the book about road-signs which is supposed to be dad's secondary present. Or, y'know, something. It's fine, if the worst comes to the worst I'll raid my bookshelves. I have so many books. And I'll most likely get a few more soon. But once I have my flat I can have lots of shelves! awesomes.

I feel like the storage potential is not near the top of most people's lists of exciting things about getting their own place, but clearly most people are wrong.

Today we were putting up wallpaper - I can put up wallpaper! - and the front room now looks almost livable, so I'm getting actually excited, despite the fact there's no bathroom or kitchen or anything like that. But. It'll come.

Wow, babble much? huh.

[edithmatilda.livejournal.com]

If you have passed the halfway stage that is good and means that the end is in sight and the thing will definitely be finished. Except with socks, obviously.

Nope, storage is amazing. The best thign about it is that you can leave your things wherever you want and nobody will complain, or move them, or break them and cover them in fag ash, or etc etc. It is amazing only having to be responsible to yourself for your own stuff.

I realised that I am a bit allowed to feel poor despite not being nearly as poor as most dole scum, because I can't afford to move out and living here is not ideal. That is a proper limitation and one I should not dismiss just because I have other reasons for fearing living on my own. I ahve hit a bit of a brick wall in therapy and have thus been bawling quite a bit instead of Making progress, and also my therapist keeps talking about therapy stopping and really if it does I will backslide like crazy because I am not mended at all I am just ready to start being mended and it would be a lot of work for not very much if all that happened was I felt even more stuck because of therapist deeming me no longer in need of further help and being somehow expected to do the next things on my own. I hate that I am the only person who has to DO stuff for Christmas also. Probably Baba's major input will be to yell at me for not having made the house worthy of Moussa yet. Argh I shall stop this comment for it is becoming a small gloompost which is not what comments are for.