My husband and I have psychic ability regarding gift giving, at least this year. I have guessed correctly on three of four gifts. Only three, because he won't let me shake the fourth box! And he has guessed correctly on two out of three.
Yesterday I was holed up in my sewing room, refusing to let him enter, because I was working on his third Christmas prezzie; 8 pairs of boxer shorts. He loves homemade boxer shorts. And I make them because he loves them. So here I am, sewing away when he knocks on my door. I crack it open slightly and he asks what I'm working on. I say he's not allowed to know because it's for him. Then he says to me, "Well, unless you're making 8 pairs of boxers, I don't know what could be taking so long."
Seriously?
SERIOUSLY?
How could he possibly have known? My sewing room looks like a fabric bomb went off, so there isn't anyway he peeked in and could gather that at a glance.
Oh well.
In the middle of sewing, I realized I did not have one important piece of the puzzle as far as boxer shorts go. Elastic. Woops. Guess he will be getting 8 pairs of non-useable boxers for right now! I will have to make a trip to JoAnn's to stock up.
In my sewing room I now have 8 pairs of boxers, mostly made; a quilt that needs to get to the quilter; three that have come back and need their bindings attached; and a boxer-fabric-scrap pile that is to be reckoned with. I would post pics but my dad always told me, "Don't post anything you wouldn't want your dad to see" and I think a pic of my sewing room would send his OCD into hyperdrive.
Have no fear, Sewing Goddess is here! I fight grime, clutter, and procrastination!
Just kidding. Sigh. I will attempt to make a somewhat meager attempt to clean something up in the sewing room!
Happy holidays!