Making Christmas has just escalated to a whole new level. Will I be able to cope, I wonder?
As regular readers know, I do like to indulge my Inner Manufacturer by making
at least some of my Christmas presents. I am aware that not everybody likes home-made presents so I try to be selective. I wouldn't assume, for example, that everyone would want a home-made padded coat hanger, a knitted tea cosy or one of those dolls under
whose crocheted crinoline skirt a loo roll cleverly lurks. At this point, may I apologise most sincerely to anyone busily engaged in padding a coat hanger, knitting a cosy or crocheting a crinoline skirt. I am sure your handiwork is charming to the eye
and will be much appreciated by the recipients. For myself, I generally find that babies are particularly easy to please because they tend not to express dissatisfaction - and, even if they do, one can always assume it's wind.
I am a little behind in Making Christmas this year but I have, this very evening, finally finished knitting Mr Twizzle who is a cheery ragamuffin of a snowman with a roguish air. I made him last Christmas for somebody else but had completely forgotten
just how many fiddly extra bits were included in the pattern. You think once you have completed the basic figure (all in white, as befits a snowman, don't you know?) you are almost there - but you've reckoned without the crazy hat complete with patch of snow,
the colourful mittens, the odd socks, the stripey scarf with cunningly positioned holes, the red, green and yellow buttons. Not to mention the artfully positioned holly and berries.
My plans for Making Christmas
have been helped no end by fortnightly craft sessions under the tutelage of the Lovely Linda, she of the Birdy Group. The afternoon I was introduced to the art of die cutting and produced two Christmas cards and one birthday card (just to be different.) Have
you ever used a die cutting machine? It's a bit like making pasta. Not that I ever make pasta myself, you understand, but I watch an awful lot of Masterchef.
Much as I enjoyed all the thrill of the die cutting
machine, nothing has yet beaten the undoubted brilliance of the Christmas tree bauble I made a fortnight ago. So pleased with it am I that I have decided that, as part of Making Christmas 2016, my grandchildren will have hand-made baubles this year. Armed
with the name of the crafty website from which I could order bauble kits, I was onto the case straightaway when I reached home. Strike while the iron is hot, I always say. Or, more accurately, go on-line before you lose the piece of paper on which the Lovely
Linda had helpfully written the name of the website.
I tell Mr B what I am up to. I know he likes to comment on my Artistic Efforts and I must say he is always very honest in his opinions. He is particularly
rude about my knitted dolls in their most basic shape, before I've made them look more, well, human. I won't tell you what he calls them, this being the Daily Blog which is nothing if not wholesome.
" Do you
want to help me make them?" I ask him, showing him the Bauble Kit. Well, dear reader, I wasn't expecting him to say yes - but he did.
Now, many hands make light work, it's true, and we do have a lot of baubles
to make. I am sure we are going to have a Fine Old Time. My only reservation is that Mr B is a Bit of a Perfectionist so I won't be able to get away with anything as we embark on our Bauble Production Line. With his keen printer's eye, he will be quick to
see if a decorative wrap is slightly askew, if a row of sequins is crooked, if the ribbons are of unequal lengths.
I fear Mr B is about to introduce Quality Control into Making Christmas.