Every year I try to get myself a little something silly for christmas, just because. (And yeah, I’m hard to shop for. Even when *I’m* the one doing it.) This year, I’m trying out a knitting loom. (All those fancy yarns at Michaels are *soooo* seductive).

This isn’t that radical a departure, as anyone who’s watched me compulsively braid things will attest to. If I don’t have something going on with my hands, I just don’t feel right. (Which might explain why I revert to biting my nails when I’m bored and/or stressed.)