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The very merriest of Christmases to you, Bess, and to all your family and friends. It's in the 80s here. All our snow is cotton and the beaches are crowded. But you can just tell it's Christmas. What could be lovelier?
Merry Christmas! Can't wait until we can get together again in 2006! Much love and fun to you, Jane
Christmas Blessings to you, Dear Bess. May you enjoy a Fibery Christmas Eve with all that is loved and lovely around you.
Darling, dearest Queen, you are more beloved than your subjects know how to say. The giganticist of cyber hugs to you. We'll see you soon and tell you in person how lucky we are to have you in our lives.
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Saturday, December 24, 2005 I had not intended to quote Mr.Horoscope again, but his Christmas week predictions for Virgos hit me, not close, but smack in the middle of my heart - ka-pow!
Your week ahead: 'Then one foggy Christmas Eve/ Santa came to say/ Rudolph with your nose so bright/ Won't you guide my sleigh tonight?' Of course, these days, Santa has Satnav. He no longer needs to read his map by the light of a radioactive proboscis. There will, though, always be a place in this world for the odd ones out, the ugly ducklings, the red-nosed reindeers - the folk who don't fit in. Why, even Virgos eventually find their niche! You are not quite sure how you feel about the 'other reindeer' in your world at the moment. You are about to discover, though, that they are exceptionally fond of you. Prepare to be appreciated... at last! If there is something you are uncomfortable about this Christmas, let me cheer you up.
Now, you and I know that TheQueen is ... well, after all, she’s TheQueen. But she has also been feeling decidedly unloved by the general population. Everything out there in the rest of the world has felt like a pinch, a slight, or a snub. And within the inner circle of loved ones, nobody has felt very healthy so we haven’t been able to stroke and soothe each other as we generally would. BD, the YD’s, parents, etc. - have all had navels of their own to gaze at.
Well. I couldn’t be more delighted to find out I’m beloved. Everybody needs to feel that way at Christmas time. I wish it for you all.
My shopping is done - it flew into hyper-spend a little yesterday afternoon, but I shan’t be whipping out Mr. Visa again for some time. There is some very interesting cooking that will be done in my kitchen today and there are several Christmas movies that will be watched. Not that I haven’t already watched them this month, but a second helping of It’s A Wonderful Life and White Christmas won’t do anyone any harm. Tomorrow we’re going to eat Christmas dinner, English style, though with a decidedly American desert. After that, my body, if not my soul, belongs to Weight Watchers. I have cheesed and chocolated myself through the past 2 weeks. It’s time to live differently.
With a long empty day ahead of me, I plan to cast on the Brown Sheep handpaint sweater. It’s going to be a close fitted thing, knit in a deep garter stitch rib; a 4 stitch pattern, best knit flat. I’ve never designed my own flat knit sweater before - not one with sleeves - with set-in sleeves that require sleeve cap decrease calculations. I’m leaning heavily on the Ann Budd book, though converting her numbers from stitches into inches, since this yarn decidedly wants to knit up at 4.5 stitches to the inch. Definitely, my kind of math.
The fun part of this project - or rather, another fun part of it - is that I’m keeping everything in a basket I bought for myself last spring. It’s a darling oval basket with a sheep’s head on one end. It’s all covered over with pompom-ey fluff, mine is in black. It's been in my office at work for months. I couldn’t bring it home till a few weeks ago, because we had Baby Puppy Jack in the house and I didn’t want this thing to become a chew-toy. But I have these interior decorator visions of a cozy couch and a sheepy basket and a fire and a cup of tea and of course, a queen, knitting productively, as the focal point of it all. Perhaps today I can make these dreams come true.
Let us also hope I will actually finish this sweater, and not just knit it up to the unsolveable math problem and then hide it away.
And so I bid you a Merry Christmas and wish that your holiday spreads out like a huge comforter, all downy and soft and able to mold to your exact dimensions. posted by Bess | 8:12 AM