Maybe I'm not such a grinch...
Christmases when I was a child were magical. Every year Santa Claus not only delivered our gifts, but set up the tree and decorated it on Christmas Eve after we went to bed. So when we woke up in the morning the whole living room was transformed. My mom told me recently that they often just made it to bed only to have us wake them up an hour later in a frenzy of anticipation to see what was under the tree. We weren't allowed to step foot in the living room until my parents came with us, and my dad had his camera in hand. I don't blame them; the look on our faces was their reward for making the magic happen.
The year I was twelve my mother developed a sudden allergy to Christmas trees (and we had a very scary visit to the ER when she had trouble breathing) and from then on out we had a fake tree. This year for the first time since I went and bought a real tree, setting out this morning in the rain to our local grocery store. Prior to this we had a fake miniature tree bought about a decade ago when our abode and our budget were similarly smaller. The few ornaments we had were cobbled together with my mom one year when she was visiting and I just stuck them back on year after year. While I have plenty of magical memories of Christmas in my childhood I have never been much of a fan as an adult. I think it is, in part, due to my anti-consumerism leanings and I think also because my life as an adult has been spent in more locations than I might have liked and we often traveled somewhere else for X-mas making the time taken to decorate the house seem not worthwhile.
Our bigger tree required more ornaments. A felted sweater, a box of fabric scraps, a jar of buttons and two kids did the trick:
Through the window you can see our neighbor's house. Two days ago you wouldn't have been able to as the back was overgrown with volunteer trees and a thicket which I spent many hours yesterday cutting down. I wish now I'd taken a before and after. I much preferred the before, but I have plans to plant a Meyer lemon, fig and pear tree and there wasn't enough room. It is the between stage that hurts. I also discovered that I can grow a luffa plant here, and that it does well with a tree to climb. There is a perfect tree in the back corner of the yard. I'll never have to buy another loofah again!
I've been busy on other fronts too:
Spinning
Lots of Superwash Merino
Indeterminate wool in Tapestry Colorway
Knitting
Child's beret in 2ply handspun koolaid dyed merino/tussah silk
Two children's hats both handpainted and handspun
Christmases when I was a child were magical. Every year Santa Claus not only delivered our gifts, but set up the tree and decorated it on Christmas Eve after we went to bed. So when we woke up in the morning the whole living room was transformed. My mom told me recently that they often just made it to bed only to have us wake them up an hour later in a frenzy of anticipation to see what was under the tree. We weren't allowed to step foot in the living room until my parents came with us, and my dad had his camera in hand. I don't blame them; the look on our faces was their reward for making the magic happen.
The year I was twelve my mother developed a sudden allergy to Christmas trees (and we had a very scary visit to the ER when she had trouble breathing) and from then on out we had a fake tree. This year for the first time since I went and bought a real tree, setting out this morning in the rain to our local grocery store. Prior to this we had a fake miniature tree bought about a decade ago when our abode and our budget were similarly smaller. The few ornaments we had were cobbled together with my mom one year when she was visiting and I just stuck them back on year after year. While I have plenty of magical memories of Christmas in my childhood I have never been much of a fan as an adult. I think it is, in part, due to my anti-consumerism leanings and I think also because my life as an adult has been spent in more locations than I might have liked and we often traveled somewhere else for X-mas making the time taken to decorate the house seem not worthwhile.
Our bigger tree required more ornaments. A felted sweater, a box of fabric scraps, a jar of buttons and two kids did the trick:
Through the window you can see our neighbor's house. Two days ago you wouldn't have been able to as the back was overgrown with volunteer trees and a thicket which I spent many hours yesterday cutting down. I wish now I'd taken a before and after. I much preferred the before, but I have plans to plant a Meyer lemon, fig and pear tree and there wasn't enough room. It is the between stage that hurts. I also discovered that I can grow a luffa plant here, and that it does well with a tree to climb. There is a perfect tree in the back corner of the yard. I'll never have to buy another loofah again!
I've been busy on other fronts too:
Spinning
Indeterminate wool in Tapestry Colorway
Knitting
Child's beret in 2ply handspun koolaid dyed merino/tussah silk
Two children's hats both handpainted and handspun
I've knit a few other things in my blog break, but they flew off my needles and on to their new homes when I was sans camera. On my wheel: my first laceweight. On my needles: a cabled vest for myself. I do not knit lace so who knows where that will end up, I just know it takes forever to spin laceweight. I don't exactly know where any of these things will end up. I have considered opening an etsy shop, but I'd rather trade or gift these things I just don't know enough people with little kids!
I promise not to be so image heavy next time. I just got my new camera and I'm having fun playing with it.
posted by Jeanne at 2:14 PM
1 Comments:
Look at your yarn! And Lilly loved seeing her photo in your photo!
What kind of camera did you get?
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