I love that saying… and today … it fits!

Even tho I’d made a promise on another blog to “stop the madness” and not try and make so many gifts this year, alas, I could no longer hold out. The idea of the other blog was to spend time with loved ones and not be driving ourselves crazy with making everything under the sun. And no, I’m not avoiding giving the name of the other blog, it’s just that in my old age, I’ve misplaced that URL. lol. When I find it, I’ll post it… I’m sure it’s in the last place I looked….. Sheesh! Just like my glasses… It was right under my fingertips… literally. Rostitchery - Go visit… Ella is a true creative genius and so is her mom!

At the time of my promise, I thought it sounded like a great idea. Then, it dawned on me after trying to get to sleep at 5:30 this morning, that creative time is a necessity in my life. I get creative late at night and always have, so family time is not a problem. The days are spent with the boys and my DH spends his evenings doing his creative podcasting and blogging. The dogs are just as happy cuddled by our feet, where they stand a better chance of getting rubbed by them. So, there really is no need NOT to make gifts. It makes me feel good, even if it doesn’t help the budget as much as I’d like to believe.!

See, my parents patiently and lovingly supported my 2am bursts of carpentry, the ongoing 15 year mural I was painting on my bedroom wall when I left home, the dried gloss varnish all over the orange shag carpet in the living room because I wanted to paint while watching T.V. I went to art college in hopes that teachers would help me to live a normal day, making art, selling it, paying the bills. Nope. I discovered that studios are open at the colleges 24 hours a day because artist’s work 24 hours a day. And that artists are starving because they forget to eat!

So after feeling gripping neck pain and anxiety, feeling sudden panic that things are in disarray for the mercantile and at home…. I must admit, this ole’ girl needs consoling. I’m going to go make schtuff and watch some of Turner’s Classic Movies. There, I feel better already just for admitting it.

Hi, my name is Gidget and I’m an Obsessively Creative Disturbed individual who will have very nice gifts to give this year (hopefully). Now, if I could just get the hubby and kids to help me clean tommorrow.