John got invited to go see the Wizards game tonight. At first I was not super psyched about it... and then I remembered that the Gilmore Girls redux is now available on Netflix. Done and done!
Thanksgiving is in the rearview and it's time to jump full throttle into the December holiday season. The tree is up and the decorations are on display. As each year passes, I feel like I've got my shit together, Christmas-wise. I grew up in a house that had rock solid traditions. Maybe it was because I was the third and there were many years of refining before I could remember. But everything seemed so effortless. Nothing fancy - mostly handmade items saved over the years. Each of us had our own ornament boxes - my was a Vodka case procured from the local liquor store. I believe there was also a Cutty Sark case. It was so magical to pull out each ornament, unwrap it from the old newspaper and put it on the perfect spot on the tree. Most of my ornaments were homemade by my mother and my aunt. I still have all except one late edition painted porcelain chili pepper... not a huge loss. My mom made ornaments for every person she knew, I'm convinced of it. Family, neighbors, church friends, co-workers. Seriously. Like, dozens every year. So many people still remark to me how special it is to have those small remembrances of her. I do not know where she found the time or energy, but mostly I don't know how she was so organized. So able to hone in on a project, start it, work on it, complete it to perfection AND actually hand it out to the people she intended to give them to.
I flail. I start things, I put them aside forever. I can't make a decision so nothing gets done. I only chose things that don't require accuracy because I can't focus long enough to measure things properly, make colors coordinate or line rows up. I don't cook because more often than not I leave out at least one key ingredient or skip a crucial step in the process. My life lacks cohesion. Eclectic might be one way to put it. Mish-mash might be more appropriate.
Finally, finally, I'm building my own traditions for my family. Tree the day after Thanksgiving. 2 (and only 2) Rubbermaid tubs of curated decorations to put out on the sideboard. It filled me with crazy joy when the Rupper pulled out the stockings and excitedly announced to e. harrison which one belonged to whom in our family. We made crafts - the ugliest paper plate Santa Claus you've ever seen. But we made them.
Tonight, Lorelai, Rory, and I pulled down a box from the inheritance filled with Christmas fabric. I found a kit that I'm sure was bought at fancy quilt shop by my mom. A pattern with all of the appropriate fabrics in all of the appropriate measurements. Cohesion. She always read an instructional manual all the way to the end.
I decided to cut out.