Okay, so I'm probably the last person in the cosmos to come to this earth-shattering realization but yesterday, it dawned on me that baked goods count as hand-made/home-made gifts.
So there I was, baking up a storm last weekend, thinking, "Well, good thing you're not making handmade gifts this Christmas, or imagine how busy you'd be, with all this baking-cookies-for-teachers already going on!"
Why do I not have a brain? Or, why does my brain compartmentalize itself so effectively that it has never occurred to me that baking = sewing = cooking = cardboarding = crafting?
Anyway, so - phooey- it turns out that, in spite of my best efforts not to, I am doing the Handmade Thing this Christmas. And I worked so hard to neglect my sewing machine this advent season. Darn!
But since this is Advent after all, and the season of goodwill and warm fuzzy thoughts, let me reframe my pathetic epiphany for you all: you know all those times you slave in front of a hot stove at 5pm, cooking meals for your family? Even if it's Hamburger Helper? Or Rice-a-roni? That's handmade, friends. You're crafting with food, and you're giving your family a gift you made yourself. Sometimes with swearing and grumbling, yes, and sometimes only to prevent starvation, but you do it because you love them. And because you do it every day, several times a day in mind-numbing repetition, it also counts as mass-producing. Handmade Mass-producing - now doesn't that make you feel capable, productive, efficient and superhuman? Yay, you!