I decorated the house for Christmas this weekend. Now my whole body hurts.
Category Archives: The PsychoCrafter
My friend has a birthday coming up. Sitting around waiting for my body to heal from surgery gives my mind all kinds of time to dream up ideas. So I decided to send her birthday wishes in the mail.
Yesterday I got a Christmas card returned. Yesterday, May 14. It was postmarked December 1. That’s a problem. For starters, Christmas cards a big deal around here. They are planned far in advance and mailed precisely on December 1. Where has this card been for the past five months?!
It shakes my unshakable faith in the post office. And I adore the post office. This is not my only issue with the mail. See, I’m throwing a party. It’s allegedly for my friend, but it’s really for me. I need to have a deadline to unpack the new version of the old house, and the threat of guests are about the only thing that will make me do it.
The pyschocrafter took over and I made the envelopes and it’s all ridiculous. But now, some of the people on the list are telling me they didn’t get the invitations. That obviously led to pacing and swearing and panicking.
And what I don’t understand is why the post office would turn on me this way. I love mail. I’m kind to postal workers. I enjoy stamps. I’m the best thing they’ve got going for them. They should hand deliver my parcels with joy. I think it’s clear, I’ve lost all perspective on the world.
And yet, I’m compelled to plead: Please, Mr. Postman, deliver de letters. De sooner, de better! (See now you’ve turned me into a bad version of Motown Act!)
Pretty much my whole life I’ve had a kid Christmas tree: unmatched ornaments from all different places, macaroni construction, lots of pipe cleaners and blinking lights. The past couple of years Monkey Boy couldn’t be trusted not to mess with the tree, so it was lights only. I actually kind of liked those trees the best. Very simple and pretty. This year, for the first time, we’re having two trees. I can’t bring myself to get rid of the kid tree, but we have enough space in this house to add another: a grown up tree.
I may be crafty, but when it comes to this sort of thing, I’m lost. I tried to go to the store to look at decorations and got so overwhelmed, I left. My friend Andrea has been crowned “Queen of the Glitteratti.” She is amazing at this sort of thing. I begged her for help. She met me at a store and did a “Lunch and Learn” on Glitter Festivus decor. She helped me make selections for my grown up tree and then pushed me out of the nest to get my sparkle on.
In this season of giving, my gift to you dear reader, is Andrea. I brought my Flip Cam along so you too can be a Glitteratti. Here are her instructional videos:
Today is the first day of Advent. Despite my very strict rules about no Christmas until December, I was not consulted on the liturgical calendar. Now we move from the Season of Gratitude to the Season of Grace.
Before we move on, a quick recap of Thanksgiving pics, just because they make me happy.
There is part of my brain that makes stuff and plans parties and mentally stores images I like as if I were ripping them from a magazine. I don’t try to make these things happen, it’s just how I process my world. I jokingly call it the PsychoCrafter part of me.
During my sabbatical, I’ve had the chance to explore a little of this area. I’m not huffing glitter or sniffing my glue gun. I’ve just been poking around to see what’s in there. It’s like finally deciding to clean out your garage and realizing there are more than just a few boxes to sort through. I gotta get all this insanity organized.
So I’ve decided to give the PsychoCrafter her own blog. I’m gonna make stuff, plan parties and rip digital pages from magazines and blogs to show you what speaks to me. If you’re interested in that sort of thing, go see me over there. There may be some interesting stuff in there among all the craziness. You never know.
No worries, I’ll still be here: swearing at my little town, sharing the misadventures of Monkey Boy & Baby Daddy, talking about red houses and whining about my various ailments. No matter which place I see you, it’s always nice when you drop by.
This weekend we celebrated life. It was my birthday (maybe you heard something about that?) and also, we had a baby shower for my friend Misty, who is expecting her first child. I’m so excited for her.
The second she told me she was pregnant I insisted I would throw her a shower. Of course, others were involved too. She is loved by many. I sent her a handful of ideas from blogs I liked. She’s having a boy and loved the idea of a sock monkey theme with vintage toys and candy. So a party was born.
It should be noted for the record: I was really more the party dula. I came up with a lot of ideas and prepped them. (And by “came up with,” I mean swiped them from other party blogs) Katy Kat did the labor to bring this party to life. I was very “helpful,” offering all sorts of suggestions for improvement on her work while she was on a ladder hanging ribbon banners from the ceiling for me. She threatened my life on several occasions. I tried to remind her of the greater good. Then I hid. I did not offer ice chips. I think she would have pelted me with them.
Misty loved her party. She praised my OCD in way that thrilled my soul but likely terrified Baby Daddy and Katy Kat for future parties, “It’s like every corner has another little surprise! I love all the detail.” It’s so lovely to hear compliments for my PsycoCrafting.
Once again, my photos fail to do justice to all the work everyone did. While I got a lot of credit, others did a much of the work. I appreciate their efforts tremendously. Now we just sit standby to meet Baby Fox in a few weeks. Can.not.wait.