I used to rock the Christmas season. I had presents early, ideas for presents for everybody and resources to find those presents too. Those were the days.
When I lived in the glorious state of Maryland, which I miss every day, I used to visit every craft fair for miles. I knew each one, half of the artisans who worked them, and I loved every minute of it, even if I didn't buy anything. Mostly I bought stuff for myself, but when the holidays started rolling around I had a veritable festival of gift ideas handed to me by one of the most popular craft fair regions around.
Lest you think I gave everyone crocheted potholders just you hold on right there.
These were artisans. Beautiful framed photos of almost every kind of subject, hand painted ceramics, hand carved wooden toys, thick, luxurious blankets. This stuff was good. And I always overspent. And then half of the things I bought for other people? I gave to myself in the end.
But I digress. The truth is I was always prepared for Christmas present giving long in advance and I always had great ideas of what to give people. Well, perhaps they just never let on that I sucked, but I'm pretty sure I didn't. These days though? I can't even think of one thing for one person on my list. There are no craft fairs around that I am familiar with, even if I had time to hit one, I don't have spare money to experiment on crafty gifts, and inspiration? Gone.
I don't have the brain power for inspiration. I am exhausted, overwhelmed, fried mentally and emotionally, where am I going to find spare brain cells for inspiration?
Oh, woe are those who exchange presents with me. You'd better make a good list if you want anything. Otherwise? I might just whip out my own crocheting needles. It might get ugly.