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It's Christmas Time in Texas! HELP!

Which means it's a freezing 60 degrees outside. 
We had hoped to be in our new home before Christmas, but God had other plans which I now see was absolutely for the better. It's funny how frustrated we get when things don't work out how we planned. I think God gets a pretty good chuckle out of our 'plans'.
Anywho, this is the last Christmas we will spend in our little apartment. We've tossed around the idea of going to Houston to spend it with my family instead, but we haven't decided. Not traveling again through tons of traffic sounds pretty awesome to me after this last weekend.
Unfortunately, I don't think we will be decorating much, since *my hope is* we will have about half the house packed by Christmas and adding to the clutter of boxes with a tree, lights and garland sounds like a panic attack waiting to happen. I'm sure there are some Pinterest tutorials on decorating moving boxes like a tree, right?!
Last year, I handmade a lot of gifts. Partially, because we were newlyweds and I was just out of college and about a week into my job. But mostly because I am obsessed with Pinterest! I made all the ladies in our life homemade sugar scrub and bath fizzies (the bath fizzies might have been the hardest thing I've ever had to make in my life-be prepared for frustration and several batches ending up in the trash). I put together little baskets and added a manicure kit, a loufa, and some personalized touches, like picture frames or coffee cups. They came out super cute and I think everyone loved them!

I love the thought and effort put in for handmade gifts. I definitely think we'll be going that route this year again. AND, even though I couldn't believe I didn't save any last year, you can always make some extra for yourself too!

I have no idea what to make this year though, especially for the guys (they all secretly used their ladies sugar scrub, I just know it!). A great friend of mine is making ADORABLE aprons and tutu's, but, 1. I don't have the patience/creativity/know how/patience to do something that special and 2. I do not own a sewing machine. I'd love to hear what other folks are making for Christmas gifts! So PLEASE help me!


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