Thursday, December 27

Seasoned Greetings

Hill Country Yarns sock yarnThe holiday was merry and the day was bright
as I surveyed my work in the twinkly light.
Blue Heron Rayon MetallicSweaters for the teachers and cheese straws for the dear,
cheese straws
I was happy that gifts would soon appear.
Bat HighballsAh, bat glasses from my cousin, Batts that we are,
as my French santons looked on from afar.
The big box appeared and all looked on with fright
for what would DH give Mary tonight?
French santonFrench santon

The paper parted and there appeared
a full length cashmere blend coat, minus the beard.
I smiled, I cringed, and faked my delight
for who am I to groan tonight?
The following morn my DH insisted,
did I love it or was I pissed?

I gazed upon my love as only years can muster
and told him sweetly with my Texan luster,
"Ice cubes to Eskimos and all of that,
please return the coat, mi amor,
and give me THAT!

He started and stamped and finally agreed
that a macro lens was a fine thing indeed.
Noro Kureyon sock yarn, col. S40
Noro Kureyon sock yarn, col. S40

Tuesday, December 11

Putting the Mary in Christmas

A.L. de Sauveterre Estelle cashmereBriar rose

Every year, I drag myself kicking and screaming into the holiday season especially since we've been living in subtropical climates for the past four years. It's hard to even hibernate when it's 80 degrees outside much less get all cheery and bright. One of the ways that I pre-empt this annual malaise is to be my very own 'Secret Santa.' My Secret Santa just knew that I wouldn't be able to resist a sale on A.L. de Sauveterre's Estelle cashmere at Loop. A couple of these are destined to be gifts which makes me a bit of a double agent in the Santa department, if you can follow my logic.
A.L. de Sauveterre cashmereOrion and Hill of Tara
A.L. de Sauveterre cashmereTobacco

My secret Santa got a little out of hand by ordering a Woolee Winder for my spinning wheel last week. In order to appease my Puritan outrage at such excess (yeah, I've got Vermont roots), I agreed to line a bunch of felted bags made by Pretty Purl over on Ravelry. She brought over 19 and I set to work matching bags with various fabrics. And then she brought over 9 more. I don't know who's more OCD--her or me. But, it's quick work and keeps me from stalking our UPS guy.

Death Poncho 2000I was digging through my sweater chest the other day and found this mouldering at the bottom: Death Poncho 2000! This little gem was something I whipped up after we moved to Paris in 2000. I was soooo ahead of the curve. The fug curve, that is. First, it's chenille. Never to be repeated. Second, it weighs a ton. Third, I looked like a reject from "The Prisoner" the couple of times I wore it. People stared and I'm sure I heard some sniggering, but my French is spotty at best. I thought about converting it into a throw pillow, but now it graces the dogbed.
Feliz NavidadOK, so we've got skeletons on the tree. What's Christmas without a little touch of Halloween?