I have been infected with a virus to which I thought I was immune, and now I am one of them. "Join us," they said. "It's bliiiiisss..." They made a good case. And so, I buckled. I am now one of those people who starts on Christmas crafts in September -- before the Fall has officially started, even. What has happened to me? Who am I? This is not me!
What you see here are practice runs of a print for a Christmas project. That's right, it's three months away and I'm whipping out nativity themed goods. I have good reason though. How can I possibly achieve all of the Christmas greatness I want to if I only give myself one month to do so? I would drive myself batty, and I'd be in no mood to enjoy it all. Thus, the early start.
For those who may not know, I was a notorious scoffer of jump-the-gun Christmas crafters for years, decades even. What fun is there in Christmas if it isn't special, if it's three months old by the time it arrives? Well, as I said, the fun is in not being overwhelmed, in not pulling all nighters while cursing at the sewing machine to the tune of O Holy Night, and in not flipping your wig in general when it gets down to the wire.
Come December, I hope to be sipping mulled wine, watching Rudolph and Charlie Brown, and reveling in the cheers and complements I will be receiving on my bounty of Christmas goods that were finished months ago.