It was  starting to be a Ho Hum Christmas.

My creative ideas have been on a stand still for a couple of weeks.  This is terrible… Actually, quite depressing.

I know exactly when it started.

This creative funk is all due to trying to create a painting that just wasn’t meant to be.  I saw what it was supposed to be and then forced it into something else.  Needless to say that canvas has many coats of paint and is still blank as far as I am concerned and yet it occupies my entire mind.

The bad part about this is…

I try to make my mom and my sister something special every year for Christmas.  I want these gift to be awesome because I only get to see them a few times a year.  Awesome is not happening… In fact, I have prayed about it, thought hours about it and finally broke down and cried about it.

Most of you are thinking REALLY tears….

Just go buy something for them.  They will be happy and the problem will be solved.

It wont be.

The hours I spend making that special perfect gift for my mom and my sister are the hours that I pray for them, think about them and send them vibes of goodwill and love.  They are also the hours that bring them close to me.  So close that I can touch their presence.

I finally broke down

and called my sister crying, trying to explain what my dilemma was…  She said “Cecilia your gift to us doesn’t have to be so GRAND.  We know how much you love us.”

So this morning,

I walked in the “She Shed” and looked around and came up with a compromise.

 

Half of the gift made from an old table leg and the other half purchased to make their gift.

 

Maybe, just maybe,

I can get past the Hum of the Ho Hum Christmas and make it into a Ho Ho Ho, Christmas.