It is minus 30 today, plus whatever windchill is blowing around. It’s too cold for the sparrows and finches to leave the comfort of their commune in the front-yard cedars to eat, and Attie needed help back onto the deck when she was outside for her constitutional this morning. In other words, it is Cold. Didn’t we just do this in December? I don’t remember. All I know is that in exactly 4 weeks, we will own and have possession of a winter retreat down south. Yay. Now that Christmas is over, I can obsess about the new digs without distraction (except knitting, weaving, and cleverly avoiding housework at all costs). Mike thinks we’ll be making no changes, but I think a couple of rooms’ worth of painting and refurnishing will happen with or without his enthusiasm. After listening to him change his mind on a daily basis about whether to drive down (30 hours each way) or fly down, and nodding my head and agreeing to whatever he decided, he finally booked flights down. I can’t say I am disappointed, although this does mean that taking down dishes and assorted kitchen stuff will have to wait until we drive to Arizona, probably in March or April. So, interim paper plates, I guess.
The reason I am all het up about taking dishes from here mainly has to do with these:
Pretty good match with the dishes, yes?
thick and thin= wavy texture.
I whipped these up in early December, taking not-too-long, although I must admit that the hemming took a back seat to Christmas preparations. Slip stitching the hems was a royal pain, and I am sadly out of practice with that kind of needle. I am pleased with the texture from the thick-and-thin yarn, and the fact that they are all the same size give or take an inch. Technical info: warp is Moda Dea washable wool (purchased a few years ago for a knitted Christmas tree skirt that refused to be knit and has come in handy for ever-so-many smaller projects), weft is Sirdar Juniper, which likewise refused to cooperate as a sweater. I thought 6 was a good number, since I knew I would lose interest before I hit 8, aqnd 4 placemats just isn’t enough.
Geoff and Courtney were home for Christmas, and we had a great visit! I know that 10 days with in-laws can be overwhelming, and I think Courtney did a great job of not rolling her eyes in front of Mike and me. (I don’t have any proof that either Geoff or Courtney were rolling their eyes, but I am projecting my remembered reactions onto my children). We did trick them into the car one night (with Andy too) and drove through the Enchanted Forest, which for those of you who don’t live here and have no clue what I am talking about, is the longest outdoor drive-through Christmas light display in Canada and maybe North America. It winds through our local zoo grounds (although not where the animals are) and looks best when there is snow on the ground. Some years that takes until the second week of January, but we lucked out and got visually pleasing weather on January 1st. Even if there were snide comments and rolling eyes from Geoff and Andy (and there were), Courtney enjoyed it and so did I. It’s not like we drag them through it every year- more like every four or five years- and Courtney did say she wanted to learn our family traditions.
Speaking of traditions, we get together with Mike’s in-town siblings every Christmas Eve, eat and drink too much, and sing the first line (or more if anyone knows more) of many Christmas carols. Andy and Mike were on guitar this year, and after the first 15 minutes or so, Andy suggested that perhaps we would be interested in the Christmas Karaoke channel on t.v., so there we were, gathered around the tube singing carols. It was surreal, but not so surreal as when someone changed the channel and we ended up singing Abba karaoke. Nothing says Christmas like “Money, Money, Money”. And a new tradition is born.
After taking a break from knitting (it’s all loom-related), I actually knit a hat. It turned out okay, but it is not a good style for me. I don’t really do hats that well, and I have always blamed my hair- it’s too short or too long, too flat or too poufy, or not really that cold out. (Like today.) So, it’s into the tickle trunk without so much as a photo, but at least I’m knitting. I am almost finished another facecloth for my Spa Experience Bathtub and may weave a few kitchen towels next week.
Loving the colours here.
Oh yes, and I did whip up a couple of quick scarves:
Linda, I'm sorry your Christmas present was late.
I warped this one at 10:30 in the morning, and cut it off the loom at 1 in the afternoon. Too much fun.
The saddest part of dismantling the Christmas decorations? Saying goodbye for another year.
I always have a chat with her on the way to the top of the tree, feel slightly guilty when I jam the tree up her dress, and then apologetic when I take her down and put her away. By the next year all is forgiven.
Speaking of forgiven, I have broken all my new year’s resolutions (all of which involve sugar and exercise- you figure it out), but am not beating myself up over it. Life is too short, and if I had a bucket list, there would still be too much fun on in. So, to all of you in Blogland, happy belated Christmas, and I wish you a healthy and prosperous new year. This is a fun ride we’re on, isn’t it?
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