Why is it that I am so delusional when it comes to making lists of gifts to make? I've been shedding projects and downsizing like mad.
Instead of getting a purse that I have cut out but not sewn, my aunt is getting a book* with a bookmark I made. My uncle's not getting coasters, he's getting a book** with a bookmark I made. I think it is noble that I tried to make all my gifts, but if I am ever going to succeed in this endeavor, I am going to have to start making gifts in January. Remind me when I get back from vacation.
The dude was always getting bookmarks. He leaves them in books and then finds them after he's started using scraps of paper. I figure if he has a stash of bookmarks, he won't embarrass the family by using the grocery receipt. In the batch, you can see I did manage to finish that piece of nine ball I found at the bead show. I glued it on to a jewelry bale and added some ribbon. The dude played a lot of pool as a youth and dreamed of going pro. He's still pretty good today, so I think he will enjoy this. My favorite is the one with the "X" on it. I like making bookmarks that say things like "You are here." Then I use the X to mark the spot--gives you something to do with all those X letter stickers; you know, if you don't have a Xavier in the family.
* Per Lee's suggestion, Lisa Lutz's The Spellman Files
** The Fisherman's Ocean, David A. Ross, PhD. Yeah, I didn't think you'd be that interested in that one either.