Do you like this view? It's all I saw for the last week before Christmas. I woke up, ate breakfast, and retreated to the sewing machine until lunch or catastrophe, whichever came first (with my boys, it was usually catastrophe!). I came back to it in the afternoon, and stayed there late into the night. Sometimes I took breaks, but always with embroidery or knitting in my hands. It was a lot of fun, but at the same time there was a level of stress involved. I would find myself gnawing on my lip with my shoulders tense and hunched, and realize I was totally stressed about giving gifts that I made. Will they like it? Will it turn out the way I picture it? Will it fit? Will it suck? Will they think I made this cause I'm cheap?
Does anyone else feel this way about gifting handmade things? Maybe it's just because I'm a rookie seamstress/knitter/embroiderer. I dunno. There are a few people I know loved their gifts beyond the shadow of a doubt. I made my neice (who loves purple and pandas) a purple purse with polka dot lining. I appliqued some of the polka dots and a big tare panda on the front. She had a fit over it (as I was pretty sure she would), and I didn't realize I didn't take a picture of it until after we came home. My nephew immediately put on his University of Auburn flannel pj's and pronounced them the most awesome and comfy pj's ever. (He then proceeded to my parent's bed and napped there until 4pm, having worked all night long restocking at American Eagle).
Grant and Grayson are very gratifying to sew for, because they are always thrilled with what they open. I made Grayson a new backpack:
And Grant a Bulldog outfit:
Grant was especially happy. All week long, he would run up to me and ask, "Mommy, 'zat fer me?" And all week long I had to tell him to wait and see on Christmas morning. He was a little jealous on Christmas Eve when other family members opened the things he'd seen me make, so I was very happy to hand over his bulldog threads on Christmas morning!