Victory one: I made a kickass felt playhouse. Do you know the kind I'm talking about? It fits over the card table? This is kind of a big deal when you are someone who doesn't make things, AND doesn't really have a huge desire to make things. But I saw a pattern and got my heart set on making one, which was ambitious considering I've sewn two things in my life, a bag at age 12 as part of a 7th grade life skills class and a pillowcase at age 27 with my dear friend MCB (literally) holding my hand. Yeah, so I had a bit of a learning curve on this one. But thanks to Mama Gurrbonzo who came into town for a few days right in time to lend a much-needed helping hand, the playhouse happened, and it only involved staying up til 3 AM thrice. May I be frank? It basically rocks. It has the same house number on it as our house has, and a harvest-able garden, and a flower pot with removable flowers, and a mailbox with awesome letters in it, and our kid likes it. It makes me feel like even if I never make anything else, it will be because I don't want to and not because I can't. Now I force people who come over to behold it and applaud us all.
Victory two: We (successfully) had a bunch of people over on Christmas Day. I love having people over, but most of the time it's a handful of people. We live in a land where everyone clears out for the holidays, sometimes for weeks at a time. Whenever I found out someone was sticking around for Christmas, I found myself saying, "Hey! You should come over!" So 20 people later, we had ourselves a houseful of friends and neighbors (okay, so 8 of them were kids, but doesn't 20 people sound more impressive?) and it involved ham, turkey, blahblahblah, a dessert assortment to be reckoned with, and speed scrabble into the wee hours, and I'm glad it happened.
(Annnnnd it was on Saturday. And our two-year-old just found a cupcake from it behind her bed. It's Wednesday. Everyone act natural.)
Any holiday victories on your end?