PHS
So, it’s Monday again, and here I am at the office. Which is actually kind of good, because that way I don’t have to listen to TSM babble about Christmas. I don’t like the holidays. They make me cranky. But TSM is so excited about Christmas. It bugs me to no end that I don’t want to listen to his ramblings. Bad mother.
I spent the weekend in a bad mood. PHS, or Pre-Holiday Stress, as TOH calls it. I’m still not finished with this damn Pacific Northwest Shawl. I’d forgotten how fiddly the edging was. It takes over 700 tiny little rows to make up the points of the shawl. Each row has 15 - 20 stitches each. Pain in the butt when you’re working on a deadline.
And, I still haven’t wrapped a single present. I did take inventory this weekend, and found that I only need to pick up a few more stocking stuffer type things for each kid, and I’m done. That’s the extent of the plus side.
We also still have to make cookies. It’s not Christmas without cookies. So, as soon as I get home on Wednesday, we’ll start baking. It’s an all evening effort, though, so that means I’ll be wrapping presents at midnight, I’m sure.
And, rather than work on this shawl, I kept avoiding it by reorganizing stash. I wound all the hanks of yarn that had been hanging on my shoe rack in the closet, put things in boxes rather than in bags, etc. Anything to avoid this shawl.
Harrumph.