From real life. “I started making my own Christmas decorations when I retired”: My husband laughed at me at first, but that quickly changed

When I retired, it seemed to me that now I could relax and finally live for myself.

But the household chores, television, rare meetings with friends – all of this quickly became boring, and a feeling of emptiness began to grow inside. Every day looked the same: getting up, having breakfast, cleaning, lunch, doing laundry, dinner, sleeping, and back to the same thing.

One November evening, while cleaning, I accidentally came across a box of old ribbons and buttons. It reminded me of how long ago I made Christmas decorations with my kids, how we took part in various school craft competitions and always won prizes. Then it occurred to me: what if I tried again, but for myself? Said and done.

I sat down at the kitchen table, spread out ribbons, beads, old Christmas decorations and started creating. First I made a simple star, then a bell, and the next day I was enthusiastically gluing beads to a piece of paper with a gold border. “What are you doing here?” – asked my young husband Karol, seeing me leaning over the boxes. “Making decorations” – I replied with a smile, throwing off crumbs of glitter.

“You're so old, and yet you still glue bows, and crookedly at that.” The man's harsh words hurt me. I wanted to drop everything and not touch anything, since I was such a loser, but I stubbornly continued my new hobby. With each passing day, my hands held the scissors more and more securely, and ideas flowed like a fountain in my head.

My neighbor Alina, who came to borrow sugar, watched my work with interest. “Listen, Kasia, you've got talent!” she exclaimed, turning the card with the Christmas tree over in her hands. “I can have it? “You better go to the store and buy a proper card!” my husband chimed in, smiling mischievously. “You'll be embarrassed with those homemade ones.” I was ready to cry. I already felt bad about those words, but now I was publicly humiliated.

What humiliation! I felt so stupid. I stood there like a first-grader showing off his homework, but that's where it all started. Alina took the card and asked for some Christmas tree ornaments. In return, quite unexpectedly for me, she gave me money.

I didn't want to accept them, but my neighbor insisted. When my husband found out, he continued his charm: “Alina is just making fun of you, and you, naive, believe in everything. A businesswoman of seven sorrows!” However, a few days later another neighbor came to me, this time specifically for decorations. The news quickly spread through our staircase, and then throughout the entire street.

A month later, strangers were already calling me: “Hello, is this Mrs. Kasia with the cards? My friend recommended you, we want to order some for Christmas.” You should have seen Karol's face when I sent the package with the orders to another city! One evening I told him, “I've earned more this week than your entire month's pension.” He frowned but remained silent. The words seemed to get stuck in his throat.

When December came, the work really began. I sent more and more packages with decorations and cards. Karol didn't comment on what was happening. He just pretended that nothing was happening, and I gathered the orders right under his nose.

Once, with a barely noticeable smile, he muttered, “Okay… point for you. When I have something to praise you for, I praise you! Now is the time…” Karol! He can't say anything but a kind word, he always adds some comment. But it still warmed my heart, because it's nice to be supported!

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