I was extremely productive this holiday. I knit several gifts and managed to get them done wrapped and delivered!
My favorite was the Soft Baskets I made for my sister. I also loved the Snow Cowl I made for my beautiful niece Jessica.
I managed nine other knitted items (really 11 because I made three sets of Peek-a-boo Mitts)
All given away...
I am ready to do some just for me knitting!
This has been a weird holiday season for me.
Not typical.
I love Christmas. I love the chaos and the non-stop running around. I love feeling the holiday close in on me and know I am not ready, but it doesn’t matter because it will come anyway.
When I hear people bitch about the madness I feel very superior and smug, because it just doesn’t bother me.
This year has been different.
I am one of THOSE people. I feel miserable. I am worried about money and what to get people.
I am not excited about one single thing that I bought for my husband, not one.
My daughter on the other hand, got everything her heart desired. I know, with out a doubt, she will be happy tomorrow morning.
I don’t know what happened this year.
I have watched all my favorite Christmas movies and made all my favorite treats. On the outside everything is snowy and bright, but on the inside, I feel like the Heat Miser…
As I sit her contemplating the first snow day of the season, roughly seven days before the first day of winter, I feel like it must have been divine intervention that brought this delicious christstollen to me just when I would need it most.
So I will make myself another pot of coffee, turn up the carols and thank my lucky stars for such kind and thoughtful patrons.
Fifteen years ago, the first Christmas after we married, we hosted Christmas morning for my father, his new wife and their baby boy.
My father and his family showed up loaded with packages and smiles. We ate a big breakfast and then got down to the important stuff...presents.
As I opened my gifts from my dad I got to a beautiful Liz Cooper Santa doll. He was just amazing, and a completely unusual gift to get from my dad.
“Wow dad, this is wonderful, thank you.”
“I got him for your collection.”
“My collection?”
“Yeah, your Santa collection.”
Hmmmmm, I had no Santa collection, and let me remind you we were sitting in my completely decorated living room with no evidence of a collection. But he thought I had one, and he has gotten me a Santa every Christmas since. Now, I have a collection…
I get several Santa’s a year, from lots of people. Santa is taking over our home, I have run out of places to set Santa. My lovely antique nativity set is surrounded by Santa’s like SWAT is coming to get the baby Jesus!
Too bad he didn’t think I collected money…or diamonds…
A Picture
I love this picture. It makes me think of the many, sweet, summer days we spend camping with our friends. We camp almost every weekend in the summer. Right around January I get online and start dreaming of hot, summer days and beautiful lakeside camping spots...
Well, that’s it, 30 posts about me. If you read even one….I thank you.
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