5 January 2008
ORGANISATION is my middle name
Every year after Christmas I cut up the cards we've received, saving pretty bits and stashing them away into a ziplock bag. The bits that are blank on the back get a hole punched in the corner and are used as gift tags for the following year's Christmas presents, while those that have writing on the reverse are saved. Saved for that magical, organised, crafty year that I use them to make our own cards to send out. So far that year hasn't arrived.
This year I did actually make cards but using fabric, not my stash of little Christmas pictures. Even managed to write and post them. And then, because I was on a roll, I dug out the ziplock bag full of pictures and cuttings, dusted off the little guillotine found when I accidentally wandered into the scrapbooking aisle at Kmart the other day (and that's a scary aisle, let me tell you. If ever I am tempted to take up scrapbooking you have my permission to shoot me), and I made cards. Real life homemade Christmas cards, ready for December 2008, people! Like NOW. In January 2008.
The word smug doesn't even begin to describe it.
Added to that, the missing box of purchased Christmas cards turned up, et voila, I have enough cards stockpiled to see us through to 2010.
Laughing, I am laughing, baby. Oh so pleased with myself.