Every Christmas, I try to do at least a few homemade gifts. Because of money. Because of sentimentality. Because...honestly? Selfishly? It's fun.
This year, I decided way back in September (for me, that is miraculously early to have thought of a Christmas present for anyone) to make stationary for a few of the girls on my list. I got some brown paper from Michael's and doodled around with my new watercolour pencil crayons for days and days until I felt I had enough for a set.
Now it's all I want to do anymore. But Christmas is over. Rats about that.