Elves Wanted

SO I decided I was going to make as many gifts as possible for friends and family this year, and I was off to a good start: bought my supplies way in advance, would thieve a few sewing or assembling moments while my daughter was immersed in play--or Kung Fu Panda, which is her favorite movie right now. And I will confess that I, willing and non-hesitant, let her watch that movie several times in order to try to achieve my goal. Okay, even MORE than several time. The guilt has settled in...AND I still haven't finished all my gifts. So what do I do when I finally have a chance to work on them late in the evening?: Facebook...posting to my blog...ya know--"important" things.

So, here I am, trying to figure out how I'm going to get all the gifts done. Elves. Lots of 'em. Works for Santa, worked for that old Shoemaker (in that old fairy tale). So I'm pretty sure if I leave my stuff out overnight, it will be flawlessly and beautifully assembled by early morn. I will be shuffling in my fuzzy leopard-print slippers, squinting thru the mascara I forgot to remove the night before (not to mention the fingerprints Olivia deposited all over my glasses lenses), on auto-pilot to the kitchen to make my very necessary and very caffeinated java, and then I'll see it--The Stack of Love. Gifts looking fresh off the assembly line, and set out like a Martha Stewart magazine shot. Ahhhh, the relief....

Or is it? I mean, after all, the reason I was going to make gifts this year is because I wanted to make them special, functional and personal, all while trying to tap into my inner-Martha. So as nice as it would be to have Elves, I'd rather have the happy looks of friends faces when they see they got a one-of-a-kind art item that I made, by myself....Maybe that will heal the guilt I'm feeling of my little girl seeing Kung Fu Panda so many times. (That and the fact she want to be Master Tigress, who kicks A**--atta Girl!!)