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Just popping in to quickly say that Santa’s sweatshop is in full force here, and I am in the throes of toy-making (and last-minute-gift-sewing) at the moment.<\/p>\n

This year I’ve finally come to the sobering conclusion that I’m afflicted with a condition called Crafter’s Delusion. Symptoms include a total disregard for realistic time management, an overblown sense of crafting skills and a rather worrisome need to hoard supplies and materials just in case<\/em>. This condition manifests itself when strolling through retail stores and a deluge of thoughts will invade the mind. Thoughts like, \u00a0“Pshaw, I can make that in five minutes for 50 cents” or “That’s pretty cool, but wouldn’t it be cooler with a giant hand-embroidered monogram?” or “So what if I’ve never knit socks before? I’ll just go buy twenty skeins. That looks totally easy.”\u00a0Never<\/em> the case.<\/p>\n

Anyway, ’tis the season to not<\/em> panic about the fact that Christmas is NEXT WEEK.<\/p>\n

I “accidentally” found K’s letter to Santa a couple of days ago, and her list made me smile. She wants:<\/p>\n

– a big piano<\/em> (she just started taking piano lessons and loves it. I wasn’t sure if she’d take to the piano so she currently has a little keyboard)<\/p>\n

– a Kindle<\/em> (not happening. Santa will have to do some convincing)<\/p>\n

– a Spanish-English dictionary<\/em> (??)<\/p>\n

– “yer picchter”<\/em> (this one kills me. First of all, are they not teaching my daughter how to spell at that school of hers? It took me a while to figure out that it’s “your picture”, as in, she wants cold, hard proof of existence – clearly someone is having some trust issues)<\/p>\n

And the best part:<\/p>\n

P.S. Are you a girl? You write like my mom.<\/em><\/p>\n

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Just popping in to quickly say that Santa’s sweatshop is in full force here, and I am in the throes of toy-making (and last-minute-gift-sewing) at the moment. This year I’ve finally come to the sobering conclusion that I’m afflicted with a condition called Crafter’s Delusion. Symptoms include a total disregard for realistic time management, an overblown sense of crafting skills and a rather worrisome need to hoard supplies and materials just in case. This condition manifests itself when strolling through retail stores and a deluge of thoughts will invade the mind. Thoughts like, \u00a0“Pshaw, I can make that in five minutes for 50 cents” or “That’s pretty cool, but wouldn’t it be cooler with a giant hand-embroidered monogram?” or “So what if I’ve never knit socks before? I’ll just go buy twenty skeins. That looks totally easy.”\u00a0Never the case. Anyway, ’tis the season to not panic about the fact that Christmas is NEXT WEEK. I “accidentally” found K’s letter to Santa a couple of days ago, and her list made me smile. She wants: – a big piano (she just started taking piano lessons and loves it. I wasn’t sure if she’d take to the piano so she currently has a little keyboard) – a Kindle (not happening. Santa will have to do some convincing) – a Spanish-English dictionary (??) – “yer picchter” (this one kills me. First of all, are they not teaching my daughter how to spell at that school of hers? It took me a while to figure out that it’s “your picture”, as in, she wants cold, hard proof of existence – clearly someone is having some trust issues) And the best part: P.S. Are you a girl? You write like my mom.    <\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"_genesis_hide_title":false,"_genesis_hide_breadcrumbs":false,"_genesis_hide_singular_image":false,"_genesis_hide_footer_widgets":false,"_genesis_custom_body_class":"","_genesis_custom_post_class":"","_genesis_layout":"","footnotes":""},"categories":[11,12],"tags":[],"class_list":{"0":"post-7798","1":"post","2":"type-post","3":"status-publish","4":"format-standard","6":"category-digital","7":"category-illustration","8":"entry","9":"has-post-thumbnail"},"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7798","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcomments&post=7798"}],"version-history":[{"count":13,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7798\/revisions"}],"predecessor-version":[{"id":7812,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=\/wp\/v2\/posts\/7798\/revisions\/7812"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fmedia&parent=7798"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Fcategories&post=7798"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/sanaeishida.com\/index.php?rest_route=%2Fwp%2Fv2%2Ftags&post=7798"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}