All 6 of my kids were here for Christmas dinner, which made me very happy. We essentially cooked Thanksgiving dinner all over again, as Theo wasn't home for that holiday. As a side note, I am sick of cooking and have no desire to ever cook anything ever again. This is it - 24 Christmases and I am done. DONE.
2 people (including a spouse who shall not be named) gave me scarves that were predominantly black or grey. Has no one else seen the episode of All in the Family where Edith is going through menopause and flips out over the black suitcases? I AM THAT WOMAN NOW.
|This is the WRONG green|
All the Christmas knitting got done, except the thumbs on Anna's fingerless mitts. That's pretty good, right? I managed fingerless mitts for the 2 Girl Scout leaders and my yoga teacher (along with the above-mentioned thumbless ones for Anna), plus a scarf for Theo. I am content. Onward to January knitting, which will all be FOR ME (well, except the fingerless mitts I rashly promised to both Rachel and Susie).
Dammit, I tried to take a good picture, but the color of the green mitts (which are, in real life, a stunning emerald green) just won't show up right. I even brought in a lamp and moved it behind me, and in front of me, and right on top of the darn things, just like I imagine a real photographer would do. And yet, the color of the purple ones is spot on. What is up with that?