The Annoying Crafty Person… is me.

I realized that I’ve become the annoying crafty person. You know, the one who shows up before Christmas with handmade gifts and 98% of their Christmas shopping done (except a small purchase that I have to do for Member-of-the-Family-Who-Shall-Be-Unnamed-in-this-Post).

I knitted washcloths for a dozen coworkers, paired with a scented goat’s milk soap. This is not to be taken as a suggestion about said coworkers–which occurred to me at one point. (Can’t you just see me–eight washcloths into this going “What if someone takes offense and thinks I mean they don’t wash often enough?”)

In my defense, M finished her Christmas shopping before Thanksgiving, I cast on a late Christmas idea that definitely won’t be done before I see the recipient and a lot of my holiday “shopping” involved some quality time between me and the Amazon site. And then there’s my apartment: which might look like a small crafting tornado erupted in it.

There was also some stress-induced creative language at my apartment when I announced I would never try various washcloth patterns again and when I was faced with yet another evening of cotton yarn. There was also washcloth knitting right up until last night as I procrastinated until the very last day that I would see the majority of my coworkers before Christmas.

So I can’t do it all but I did at least get the washcloths done.

I’m going back to wool now until July. And next year I may try to avoid knitting for people. Maybe.