I decorated yesterday. It made me cranky, testy and a brought about a fair bit of heavy sighing on my part.
It's not that I dislike decorating it's just that when I have to do it all myself I get peeved. Statements like...."totally up to you dear, do whatever you want dear, makes no difference to me dear"...drive me nuts. Of course it's up to me, but I would like some HELP. " You do it so well" is little comfort when I'm cursing the string of lights.
I could leave all the stuff in the boxes. I could sit back and read all afternoon and not worry that the festive season is upon us.
Then come 3 days before the 25th I'd be frantic because the house was bare. Because I could have put the things up like I do every year, alone. Because I like seeing my favourite ornaments in my living room. Because it matters to me to get it done and BECAUSE it seems to have become a tradition for me to put them up, bitching and complaining all the while and then sit back to enjoy what I've done and, of course, remarking on what a fine job I've done, alone.
To be honest if they took over the job I'd be sitting directing, commenting, reaching in to fiddle and generally trying to take charge. I have control issues. Sometimes.
The quilt patching is done. I have sewn the prepared pieces on and although it does not look as good as the professional repair I'm rather please that it doesn't look terrible. quilt post
I made Rice Krispies squares today. They are one thing I make well. I don't get cranky when I make Rice Krispies squares. I did notice on the box that they have changed the recipe slight but I have held with tradition and made them the right way, the original way adding in the vanilla and using slight fewer krispies.