Seasons Greetings

'Next time, I'll do it properly.'

Every year, without fail, I will say this to myself a number of times. About a variety of different things; losing weight, writing blog posts, personal grooming and hygiene, actually working on shit instead of establishing increasingly elaborate procrastination rituals designed purely to keep myself from actually completing anything ever and then producing mild panic attacks as deadlines loom and work remains unfinished. You know, the yoosch. This year however, this was going to be the year I actually made Christmas cards. I really love the idea of making cards because it sort of eliminates the pathetic needlessness of picking up a pack of 25 cards of various cute animals in santa hats for £1.25 from BHS and then writing 'to blah, merry xmas, love sazz xx' in each of them.

To make this yuletide ritual have even a semblance of meaning there's two options, either:

- Write long flowery, heartfelt messages of goodwill to you nearest and dearest in the cards that cost less than the money you spent on parking to go buy the cards in the first place. Taking the time to construct personal messages that have inherent meaning for yourself and the recipient (I mean, above and beyond the transcendental meaning of 'merry xmas lol'). Err, yeah. Likely.

- Spend the time making a card with glitter and pritt stick and little sticky silver holly type shit which is obviously wicked fun and feeds your desire to become as rosy of cheek and full of cheer as Kirstie Allsopp with all the craft shit that a person who owns cat pajamas (such as yourself) enjoys no end giving, as it does, a shortcut to zanyness without actually having to develop or maintain a personality. But also, look what my (non-cat pajama owning, actual personality having) friend made me*:

I want to tailor make people cards!

But did I tailor make any cards?

No.

Next time, I'll do it properly.

*2010 seems to have been the year when my Brabra obsession went from 'significant' to 'unhealthy'. I cannot explain why. No, I can, it's because she's fabulous and she normally gets to make out with crazy hot guys in her movies. I cannot explain why now except to say that the relaxing feeling I get from watching her on screen is the same sort of thing I used to get from 'chick flicks' (arguably Brabra films are still in the chick flick category but they are objectively better because they have Brabra in them) and maybe this means I'm growing up? I haven't seen a Katherine Heigl film in MONTHS**.

**Previous to this, I've probably seen 27 Dresses more times than I've watched the 6 o'clock news beginning to end.