gimme my stuff! I mean, Merry Christmas

Wow. I just finished a week long knitting marathon. It all started on Sunday when one of the nieces asked if the bolero would be done in time for Christmas... I, of course, said yes! and promptly sprinted to the yarn store to make a large purchase. I was more than a little apprehensive as I had just finished the ruffled scarf and still had a rather easy but large vest on the needles...

I cast on Monday night and knit 10 hours a day for the next 3 days, I finally, bound off all stitches yesterday. Oh. My. God. I can't believe I actually finished it. Also? It looks decent. Yay!

While I was furiously knitting, I thought about Christmas and the giving and receiving of gifts. I really, really hate the gift part of the holidays. (I don't want you to buy me crap I don't want, therefore, let's just hang out and have some turkey, m'kay?) But I love giving crafty gifts... However, I was/am nervous that somebody won't like what I've made (being new to the knitting and all) and it pisses me off because, well, it should be about the giving and loving. Anyway, they're going to love all their crap. They're nice people.

So, here's me wishing you a sappy, made for television Merry Christmas and a peaceful New Year. May Santa (or Jezuska) bring you all the szaloncukor you can eat whatever your heart desires (assuming you were a good boy or girl; unless you want bad things. In which case, let me rephrase: peace. I wish you all peace.)