So here we are, less than two weeks before Christmas, and I'm trying to summon up some kind of positive "Christmassy" emotion. Each year it seems to get harder. Today I played carols and Nora and I baked Christmas cookies and that helped.
Before that, Roland and I went out into the pouring rain and bought our tree for this year: a little potted fir, barely four feet tall and on the sparse side, but it's alive and that feels right somehow. Plus it's better for the environment.
I also finished up some cards so I guess I need to get it together and send them out, before it's too late.
They're very simple, I carved the image out of a piece of Staedtler mastercarve a couple of weeks ago after I talked myself into making them. I wasn't going to bother with it this year, I didn't feel inspired to it really. But I also knew that, after years of sending out hand-made cards, I'd never feel right about going back to store bought ones. Oh the motivating power of guilt...