Year in Review

I did this last year, too, and had such fun looking back, I thought I’d do this again for 2006. (Besides, it’s really handy for future reference!)

Favorite Books from 2006

Here’s a recap of my year of reading–my favorites from 2006. This includes new-to-me books–102 of them in total– whether they were newly published in 2006 or not. And not counting re-reads. Oh, and I read 300 books this year, exactly. Thirty fewer than last year . . . I wonder how that happened?

FICTION:

NON-FICTION:

And to recap the monthly lists themselves:

What I Did Today.

Img_2821_1Pretty much says it all, huh? Spinning my pretty, mystery roving on my cool new toy . . .

Oh, well, I made blueberry pancakes this morning, and Mom, my niece and I took Chappy out for a walk, but otherwise, this and reading, pretty much it for me today.

Mom, Dad, and I just came back from dinner, and are in for the night. No fancy-schmancy New Year’s festivities for us! If we’re up, Chappy and I will celebrate the coming in of the new year in our time-honored fashion . . . putting up the new calendar on the wall at midnight. Chappy’s excited about that–I got him a Snoopy "art" calendar for Christmas. He just adores Snoopy–him and Gromit are Chappy’s heros.

Happy new year, everyone!

Added: Oh, and mystery solved! This pretty roving came from Kae at Faerieladyfibers. Thank you, Kae! (Psst–and go wish her a happy birthday–it was on Thursday.)

Sociable Saturday

Img_2787 Here’s the "Pre-Phantom" picture, taken when Mom and I met my niece and her Dad at the bus stop–just before they went on their way. Don’t they look happy?? My sister wisely stayed home with her knock-her-flat cold rather than doing the two-hour drive here and back. I hope she at least had a cup of tea . . . together in spirit!

Img_2791 They weren’t the only ones to have fun, though–Chappy got to meet Lucy, the new puppy across the street. She’s a Labradoodle (that’s a Labrador mixed with a Poodle) and five months old. Oddly, my 5-year old boy was more interested in playing than she was! She was cute though–and soft–though no real comparison to Chappy. (Naturally.)

Img_2795 He did find some playmates, though–Risa’s twins–who found Chappy’s toy basket fascinating….

Img_2799….Right up until we put a movie in the DVD player. We watched "Toy Story," "Monsters, Inc" (plus the "new car" short). Then we watched Wallace & Gromit’s "A Close Shave" with sheep and wool and knitting (so Risa and I were happy).

Img_2801_1 By then, Kat was pretty tired. Unlike her brother, who "stayed up" to watch "Remington Steele" with his Mom and me.

Img_2798_2 Oh yeah, Chappy watched, too . . . at least for a little while. Then all he wanted to do was nap! But really, we had a great time. As usual! Though, for the first time in my experience, Risa declined coffee–she had some before lunch, but wasn’t interested afterward. Such a surprise!

Img_2809 We also exchanged holiday gifts–two crafty books off my wishlist! Woohoo! Really nice ones, too. The extremely-handy "Knitter’s Handy Book of Patterns" so I’ll basically have a pattern for anything I ever want to knit–hats, mittens, gloves, etcetera. I already have the sweater-version, so this is great. And "The Royal School of Needlework Embroidery Techniques" which is just . . . nifty. I haven’t embroidered in years, but I still love it.

Img_2805 Oh? What’s that? The box they’re sitting on? Welll . . .

Img_2803 That would be my "new" Journey Wheel. The one I couldn’t resist buying when Risa decided to put hers up for sale. So. Cool. (And, Risa? No, there’s no yarn on the bobbins–just the headers.)

Img_2811 Oh, and I thought yesterday’s was the last "good" mail day of the year? Well,  was wrong. Not only did my Vogue Knitting come today (though, really, "good" may be stretching it a bit . . . although I suppose there are a couple decent patterns in there). But better than that–a new lower drive band for my Little Gem, all the way from New Zealand. I had emailed Majacraft that the lower band kept slipping, and Glynis told me that it may have stretched, and should be cut and heat-fused back together . . . not really an option around our mostly-tool-free household. I thanked her, and figured I’d order a replacement from some Maja dealer . . . but, now I don’t have to. She sent me one–a complete surprise. I just love when people do NICE things. Obviously, I’m ending the year right, huh?

Img_2772Last but not least, some beautiful Sky for Sandy. Taken yesterday morning on the way to work. (Trust me–much more interesting than the flat-gray sky we had here all day.) Mornings like these? It’s SO worth risking being a couple minutes late to work!

Okay, Mom just called from the bus stop in town, and Dad should be coming back with them any minute–so, gotta go!

Have a good night, everyone–and Happy New Year!

Last Mail Call!

Img_2774I’m ending this year right, with a very good mail day.

Because, look what I got! An RAOK braid of really lovely Falkland wool roving in such pretty colors. Yellows and golds primarily, with hints of rose. Beautiful.

Img_2784Don’t believe me? Look how great it goes with my bedroom. (It does a great imitation of a duck, too, don’t you think? Not just any roving can manage that, you know.)

The bad part? I have no idea who sent this to me! Well, okay, I cut the return address off the box, but the name is blurred. The street address doesn’t match anyone in the Fiber RAOK database. And the paper inside just said "RAOK" with a note to regift it to somebody else if I didn’t like it. (Fat chance–I think it’s gorgeous.) All of which makes it really hard to actually TELL the person "thank you," so for the moment, this post will just have to do. Because, thank you!

Img_2780_1 And then, I got these lovely little pieces from Etsy–apparently just in time, because the "shop" says she’s travelling in Asia just now and will be back in January . . . whew! A copper necklace and almost-matching copper earrings. I do love the shine of copper–I love the color of it (which looks so good with my hair and skin tone). I also love its relative inexpensiveness in regards to jewelry. (As opposed to, say, cookware, where it’s anything but!)

Wasn’t it nice of the new roving to help model them for me? I think I might change the chain for the necklace, though. It LOOKS lovely, but it feels . . . heavy. I don’t know if it’s the weight of the pendant, or the length, or the texture, but . . . something keeps making me tweak it, adjust it, as it lays on my neck. It’s a great length, though.

I got to leave the office an hour early today, too–as a New Year’s treat (and since it was practically a ghost town in there anyway), everyone got to leave one hour earlier than usual. Chappy was thrilled to have an extra hour of "Mommy." Especially since I decided to use it to make a cup of tea, which meant he got a biscuit. (I always figure that if I’m treating myself, why shouldn’t he get something, too?)

Tomorrow, of course, you already know my Mom’s going to see Phantom with my niece. My sister and I decided to take a raincheck because she’s really dragging from her cold. (My suggestion, by the way–there are "colds" and then there are "COLDS," and you just don’t mess with the latter. She needs her rest.) I’ll have a fun day, anyway, though, since Risa and the twins are coming over for a visit. I even thought of a way we could spend some time in the family room, with the DVD player, just as soon as I block off the hearth-with-breakables. I bet Chappy wouldn’t mind sharing his toys, either…. Good thing we have baby gates, huh?

I still can’t believe it’s the end of the year . . . the weather alone! It was almost 50 degrees again here, today. A far, far cry from Colorado, getting socked with its second blizzard in a week . . . if this is what they’re doing for Christmas and New Year’s, I shudder to think how the city will celebrate Valentine’s Day, or Martin Luther King Day, or . . .

Oh, and speaking of New Year’s, I don’t usually DO New Year’s Resolutions, but I suppose in this case, I can make an exception:

In the year 2007 I resolve to:
Get an invisible friend.

Get your resolution here.

(Seen over at Sharon Lee’s blog.)

Phantom

I have Eye-Candy with a Story today.

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It starts back in 1987, when I was spending a college semester in London. Phantom of the Opera was all the rage, THE must-see show. Lots of my classmates had gone ane raved about it, so I decided that I had to see it. Tickets were incredibly hard to come by, of course, but they had the handy, student-price offer of “extra” tickets that you could stand on line for . . . um, excuse me, queue up for on the day of the performance.

Img_2757So, on December 3rd, after my classes had finished for the day, I walked by the theater and paused to think. “Is it too early to get on line? Should I go get something hot to drink and come back?” While I stood there pondering, another American student came up behind me and asked, “Is this the queue?” Thinking quickly, I planted my feet and said, “Yes!” (and I’m first!). Over the next four hours or so, we became chummy with each other and the people in line behind us. We’d hold each others’ spots while we ran to a nearby McDonalds for bathroom breaks or quick snacks. And when the box office opened at 6:00, we were right there, all ready to go. We all got our tickets (I opted for first row balcony rather than the orchestra seating–I like the bird’s eye view of musicals), and then six or ten of us all went somewhere or other for dinner.

Well, the show. I didn’t know what to expect. I hadn’t heard any of the music, none of the plot. I’d never seen any of the horror versions of the story. All I knew was that it was supposed to be amazingly good, and what little I could infer from the pictures outside the theater. Need I say that I was blown away? When that chandelier came to life during the opening, I knew it was going to be amazing. I loved every minute of it. You can say what you like about Andrew Lloyd Webber, Sarah Brightman, and everyone, but . . . wow. What a spectacle.

Img_2768_1A few days later, I called home to say hello . . . but also to ask, was the soundtrack out in the U.S. yet? The show wasn’t due to open on Broadway until January, but it was possible it would be out early . . . no? You’re sure, I asked? Nope. Not available anywhere Mom had seen. So I bought a copy. A double vinyl LP, which I packed oh-so-carefully into my suitcase before coming home. And which I listened to–for the first time–while I was unpacking, and chattering away a mile a minute about my trip, about London, about my classes, how much I’d missed everyone . . .

But, meanwhile, I’d also told Mom on the phone not to delay, but to get tickets for Phantom on Broadway as soon as possible. Not to wait until the show opened. It was amazing, she’d love it–hurry! But what with one thing and another, it wasn’t until the show opened and the rave reviews were out that she called Ticketmaster, and so was the proud owner of three tickets in the top, back balcony . . . in September. Right at the beginning of the next school year in fact–but that was okay. It was worth the wait, and we saw it in New York with the original cast–including Michael Crawford, which was great. I’d had the soundtrack long-since memorized, and was excited to hear the “real” Phantom.

Years passed. I still listened to the soundtrack. I had my magic mug (which has a mask which magically appears when you fill the mug with hot liquids). I had my souvenir book to look through from time to time. And then my friend Cindy said she’d never seen it. Cindy, who loves Broadway
AND Opera. Well, I couldn’t let that last! So for a combo Christmas/birthday gift one year, I got her a ticket. She, Mom and I went into the city, had great seats in the Orchestra, and well . . . even without Michael Crawford, it was still amazing. The music style was maybe a little too 1980s, but still. Great fun.

There was a long lull there, for a while . . . I didn’t have the soundtrack on CD, so couldn’t listen to it in the car anymore. The movie version–while beautiful to look at–was disappointing in its musical ability. Not horrible, but, well . . . no comparison to seeing it live in the theater.

Img_2755Why am I telling you all this now? Because tomorrow, on Saturday, my Mom and my niece are going, as a Christmas present. They’re going to love it.

And, at least, I can listen to it in the car again. I found the soundtrack–the original London theater recording–at Your Music for only $11.98. I’ve got that organ cadence pounding through my ear right now…. You know the one. Dummmmmmm …….. Dum da dum da dummmm……. da da dum dum dummmmmmm . . . dum da dum da dummmmm….

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Dudley Do-Right

Img_2769_1I bought some roving from Dudley Spinner, who’s having a give-Ebay-the-boot sale until January 15th. Aren’t the greens lovely? I can’t wait to see how it spins up, but of course, it’s got to wait its turn….

I’m glad it came today, though, because otherwise I wouldn’t have much to show you. I went to work today, sat at my desk, yadda yadda.

Although–wowzer, did you see Stephanie’s post? Seventy-three hours for greatness. We knitters are SUCH a force for good in the world, especially with such leaders as she, Wendy, Cara and all the others promoting worthy charities on their blogs.

I also DID hear from my best friend today. I haven’t heard a whisper since we saw each other on Friday, but, well, it was Christmas–busy family things, schedules, and so on. So I didn’t think anything of it. But, apparently, her brother’s family all came down with a stomach virus/flu something or other. Including the 17-month old twins. One of whom ended up in the hospital with dehydration so bad he actually had a seizure, poor little guy! So she’s been really busy being an extraordinarily good aunt/sister and helping with the sick boys while their sick parents were, well, also sick. NOT a fun vacation. Add that to the fact her other brother never did make it to New Jersey from Colorado because of the flight delays from last week’s blizzard . . . which may be just as well, since another one is coming. Really, her visits home for Christmas tend not to be very relaxing–last time, she ended up planning and throwing an entire party for her parents, her family, their friends…. She’s going to be glad to go home to California tomorrow. I just sincerely hope she doesn’t take any of these germs home with her.

The funny thing, though, was that I was thinking about her on my drive home at lunch today. "Gee, I haven’t heard from Dawn, and she’s leaving tomorrow. That’s unusual. I wonder if she’ll call before she leaves? Maybe I should call her, although they’re probably busy at her brother’s house, what with the twins and all…" I got home, parked the car, walked in the door . . . and Mom was on the phone with Dawn. She’d tried calling at the office and got my voicemail, realized it was lunchtime, and called the house while I was on the way . . . You know, really, I knew that!

Img_2747Speaking of sick, my nephew and sister are dealing with their colds–a particularly bad one. My sister spent most of yesterday sleeping, which is entirely unlike her especially when the kids are home from school. I’m thinking that we should cancel/postpone our coffee-tea outing on Saturday. She’d be much better off staying home and letting my brother-in-law drive my niece down on Saturday morning. There are normal colds, and then there are the kind that knock you flat on your back for days . . . you don’t mess with the second kind!

And, for your viewing pleasure, a look at the pretty sky I drove through on my way to work yesterday morning. As much as I like sleeping until the sun is actually up in the morning, I have to admit, catching part of a sunrise–even if the sun IS just above the horizon when I get there–is worth it. Skies like this are so worth the viewing.


Booking Through Thursday

  1. Any New Year’s Reading Resolutions? A certain number of books you
    want to read in 2007? Certain genres? Something from your TBR pile?
    Classics to read? Authors to try? Anything at all??

This question is easy for me . . . Nope! I don’t "do" New Year’s Resolutions. I have nothing against them, but especially where reading is concerned, I read what I read, whatever comes up, and I try to keep a decent variety in the selection, so . . . what comes, comes!

Evidence of Knitting

Img_4091What with all this other stuff I’ve been talking about lately–Christmas, Gloating, Spinning . . . all that stuff–I’d hate for you to think that I don’t actually knit any more.

Because, I DO.

See? Here’s the back of my Celtic Icon sweater–mostly done. I’ve got the raglan shaping done, but need to work the cable pattern all the way up for another 18" for the hood.

It still seems really long, but the measurements do pretty much match what the schematic states, so I guess it will be okay. I goofed, actually, on the raglan shaping. I was decreasing on every other row, but I should have done that for 12 more rows than I did–until I had 6 stitches left on either side of the cable panel–but I miscalculated and shifted gears when I had 12 on either side. I don’t think it will really matter, though, as long as I match the shaping on the front sections and the arms . . . right? (I hope!) Or maybe I’ll choose to tear out the last 14 rows . . .

Img_4095And here’s the beginning of my Tatami Kimono. It looks tiny, I know, like it couldn’t possibly be wide enough to be the back of a sweater. But in fact, when laid flat, the size is about right–and of course, when I drop the stitches, it will be even wider. It just looks small.

But, this is my handspun yarn, too–that raspberry cream yarn from last month. It’s just so pretty!

There are my socks, too, in Socks That Rock "Harlotty," but I don’t have a picture for you. They’re downstairs in my purse and I just don’t have the energy to go get them. Between my office Christmas party last week, the movie with my friend on Friday, and Gloating Day, though, they’re coming along nicely. Just about at–or within 1/2" anyway–of turning the heel. Lovely colors!

Now, those puppies I told you about?? Bonnie actually posted pictures. Go gush over those adorable fuzzy little faces. Really–they are so worth the trip. She has all sorts of nice things to say about Chappy, too, so naturally, I like this post a lot (grin).

I was sorry, this morning, to hear about Gerald Ford. I was only, what, eight, when he became President, so national/world politics weren’t exactly my main interest at the time, but I remember always liking him–and what I’ve learned of him later on, as an adult, has not given me any cause to change my mind. He came across as a genuinely good man, and I’ve always been sorry that that pardon of Nixon doomed his attempt at reelection in 1976. Nixon was guilty, sure, but I think Ford was wise not to let a Presidential legal trial drag the country any further than Watergate already had. It wasn’t about letting Nixon get off, it was about doing what was right for the country–letting it heal. Which is what his presidency was all about, I think. And certainly, that’s what all the news outlets have been saying today. (Oh, and I loved his line describing that he was a simple fellow, not necessarily a "grand" President. "Remember, I’m a Ford, not a Lincoln." Love that double-entendre there!

I think it’s pretty nifty that he was the oldest living President–having beaten out Ronald Reagan by one month in age. And I think it’s further pretty nifty that it took to the very end of the 20th century before any President beat John Adams out for that. You’d think that with all the medical advances, some one of them would have gotten past good ol’ cantankerous John with his reliance on 18th/19th century medicine. But John Adams has always been one of my favorites . . . I don’t mind in the least that Gerald Ford beat him out. Great wife, too–Betty Ford, that is, but then, so was Abigail Adams.

Petal-Pushers

Img_4082Well, it’s like Christmas all over again–my Sundara Yarn Petals Collection installment arrived. The color, based on the Lenten Rose which I don’t think I’ve ever even heard of, is like a dark gray with a purple overtone . . . kind of like that merino/silk roving I’m spinning.

I’m not so crazy about the pattern, though. I don’t like wearing lacy socks, as a rule, and anyway, I don’t like knitting top-down socks–which is one of the reasons I haven’t knitted the last two Petals Collection installments yet. It’s not that I can’t convert the patterns to toe-up . . . I CAN . . . but who’s had the time to do so?

Anyway, the yarn is lovely, but, um, yeah . . . it’s going to be a different pattern when it becomes socks.

Img_4089I also got this–which I no longer need. The replacement keychain, unnecessary since I found the bead and screw of my original the other night. But who cares? Having backup is GOOD!

Really, it’s been a quiet day today. The office was closed (we always get two days for Christmas), and I puttered around the house. Took Chappy for a walk. Finished my bobbin of merino/silk which I’ll ply in the next day or so . . . nothing dramatic or exciting, but nice.

Noel-ing

Img_2723_1Here’s a picture of Chappy from first thing this morning, while he waited (mostly patiently) for permission to check out the presents under the tree.

I say "mostly" patiently because he DID go over and sniff at all of them (especially a couple of the more-interesting smelling ones . . . like bags of dog biscuits from Martha’s Vineyard) . . . but he managd to restrain himself from tearing into the presents until we gave him the go-ahead.

Well, okay, he needed a couple of reminders that we weren’t ready yet. My favorite was when I told him, "We’re waiting for Grandma," and he plumped himself down on the rug with a sigh, as if he was saying, "But she’ll NEVER get here!"

Boy, this sure reminds me of Christmases when I was little. My Mom’s parents would come visiting and we’d have to wait for them to get up and come upstairs before we were allowed to open any gifts . . . I tell you, my grandparents were lovely people, but boy, on Christmas morning, they were SLOW.

Img_2727_1He really does love opening presents, though. And was more than happy to help us open our own–he’ll grab pieces of the paper and pull . . . how can you resist such a great helper?

Although this toy kept him focused on his OWN gift for a while. This is a Sonik dog toy–a squeak toy with an ultra-sonic squeaker that people (supposedly) cannot hear, but that dogs can. He had a grand ol’ time playing with this, even before he had it out from the tissue paper. I just told him that I hope the squeak never breaks, because none of the rest of us would ever know!

Really, toy-wise, Chappy did very, very well this Christmas. (Isn’t it nice to know that he’s as loved and appreciated as he deserves?) A toy fish, a frisbee, a vinyl football (a little too large for him to pick up easily), this "No Noyz" toy, a stuffed denim bone . . . plus biscuits–including the homemade ones from my niece that he absolutely loves.

He also had a walk this morning. It’s supposed to rain this afternoon and we wanted to be sure to get it in beforehand. And turkey-with-trimmings during dinner . . . as well as getting to lick off the carving platter. And we’re all home where we belong–unlike a normal Monday.

Yep. My dog is having a great Christmas!

Img_2735I am, too, and here’s a glimpse of some of my loot, er, presents.

A set of Boykin Spaniel coasters, from Chappy (ordered from MV, and with the dog sitting on the beach). Now I just need to come up with a reason to USE coasters (grin).

A cookbook on Baking by Dorie Greenspan which has me drooling, the recipes sound so good.

A Gorillapod tripod for my camera, which looks like a whole lot of fun to use . . . just as soon as I convince Chappy that it’s not a toy . . . or something to be barked at.

Img_2736_1No. No yarn or spinning supplies, BUT look at the great DVDs!

Lucy Neatby’s Knitting Essentials 1 and 2.

A Knitting Glossary with Elizabeth Zimmerman and Meg Swansen.

And Handspinning Wool Advanced Techniques with Mabel Ross. Hurray for the videos! I love when people shop off my wish list!

Any suggestions as to which video I should watch first?

Now, it’s almost time for pumpkin pie–my home-baked pie (although I use premade pie crust). Although there are several variations in that new cookbook–including one that combines pecan pie and pumpkin pie into one . . . and a cake that has pumpkin, cranberries, apples, pecans, spices . . . I think I might have to just start baking my way through this book from the beginning! But, um, not quite yet.

And, oh yes, my Dad loved his stollen. (You remember the stollen story, right?)

Hey–and guess what I found when I cleaned out my purse last night?? So funny . . . I don’t have that much stuff in my purse (or, I try not to), but I’d swear that bead and screw weren’t there last time I looked . . . It’s a Christmas miracle, is what I think. And now I’ll just have a backup . . . which is never bad!

Img_2734_1Anyway, we’ve been having a great day. Chappy is exhausted (again) . . . all that present-opening excitement followed by all that turkey, on top of his busy, sociable day yesterday that included two hours in the car. Exhausted, yes, but very, very happy.

Whether you’re Christmas-ing or not, I hope you’re having a wonderful day!

Pre-Christmas

Just a few images from today’s visit to my sister’s:

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  We had a lovely time, can you tell? (Gotta love the "tree" made from vegetables, huh?) Chappy’s just exhausted, but in a good way. My niece loved her leg-warmers, and even more loved the ticket to Phantom of the Opera from my parents. My nephew unfortunately was coming down with a cold and so wasn’t as high-energy as usual, but he seemed pretty happy, too. (My sister calls him "Mr. Christmas"–he’s that kind of enthusiastic–but he spent part of the afternoon napping rather than playing with his presents, so . . . hopefully he’ll feel better tomorrow.) The theater tickets are for this coming Saturday, so my sister will be driving my niece down to head into New York with Mom, and then we’re going to go get some tea/coffee together, which I’m looking forward to. I pretty much never get to do things just with my sister–there are always other family members around–so just spending some time, the two of us, will be nice, even though she keeps mentioning that she can’t stay for long. I’m not sure what, exactly, that means in terms of time, but hey–I’m determined that it will be nice for both of us!

Img_2719So, not only did we have a good Christmas Eve Day, but look who drove past our very own house tonight? Yep, Santa Claus himself (or, possibly, one of his helpers since the real Santa IS pretty busy this time of year). Every year on Christmas Eve, he drives around town on a fire engine, stopping to say hello and pass out goodies to the kids.

And this year, nobody was freezing cold, either. It was an unusually warm day. About 50 degrees. When I ran Chappy outside for potty breaks today, I didn’t even bother putting on a coat! I can’t remember the last time THAT happened for Christmas! Unlike, say, the folks in Colorado who are finally digging out of that blizzard. (I wonder if my best friend’s brother ever managed to get a flight out?)

Hey, I even got the VCR working again (I hope) after it ate "Sleeping Beauty" last night . . . it appears to be working again but I’m afraid to put a new tape in the machine to see . . . but still . . . phew!

Now, a random couple of things: An article on some rather . . . odd . . . things that are illegal (or legal) in various parts of Britain. Then, this handy link to whether or not it’s important to know if your dog is left- or right-pawed (along with some other, earlier links to similar articles).

But now . . . I’ve got to get to bed. Santa can’t come if I’m still awake, you know! (The paradox of trying to force myself to go to sleep on the hardest night to sleep of the year is one of my less-favorite childhood memories of Christmas. I mean, the pressure! If you can’t fall asleep and Santa doesn’t come, you’re basically letting the entire family down by preventing him from stopping by, and yet . . . such excitement, who can sleep?? . . . Although,. Chappy seems to be managing just fine.

Oh, and Bonnie, who I mentioned yesterday, who said she might be getting one of Chappy’s much-younger siblings? Apparently she and her son brought home TWO puppies on Friday, both girls, from the same litter. I can only imagine the cuteness . . . Congratulations!!

Christmas Meme

Egg Nog or Hot Chocolate?
Hot chocolate. With whipped cream, not marshmallows. Maybe one sip of eggnog, but that’s it.

Does Santa wrap presents or just set them under the tree?
Well, of course! Although I suspect Mrs. Claus and the elves help him. Aren’t women usually the better wrappers?

Colored or white lights on the tree/house?
Colored, because Dad insists, although I like white ones well enough, too . . . although I prefer the kind that blink and miss that since we replaced our old tree.

Do you hang mistletoe?
No, Never have.

When do you put up your decorations?
Mom does most of the work, but usually starting the beginning of December.

What’s your favorite holiday dish?
Probably the pumpkin pie….

Favorite holiday memory as a child?
Coming into the living room one Christmas to find a huge, life-sized (almost as tall as me) Mickey Mouse toy. Actually, I don’t think he was authentic Disney M.M., but I didn’t care . . .


When and how did you learn the truth about Santa?
I have no idea what you mean….

Do you open a gift on Christmas Eve?
Well, yes and no. We’ve never done the Christmas Eve thing (though my Dad did when he was little), but in recent years, we spend the 24th up at my sister’s house with her kids, so, yes, in a way, we DO open presents on Christmas Eve.

What kind of decorations are on your tree?
A variety. For years and years, we’ve each been getting an ornament as a gift each year, and so our tree is covered with various ornaments–glass, Hallmark, porcelain, whatever, with themes ranging from dogs to books to Martha’s Vineyard to golf…. 

Snow! Love it or dread it?
Love it!!

Can you ice skate?
Nope, never have. If you can’t do it as well as Michelle Kwan, what’s the point?

Do you remember your favorite gift?
See my Mickey story above. Man, I loved Mickey Mouse….

What’s the most important thing about the holidays for you?
That warm, fuzzy glow of family, gift-giving, gift-receiving, love, happiness, joy to the world . . . all that.

What is your favorite holiday tradition?
Um . . . Gloating Day?

What tops your tree?
At the moment? Nothing. Our new, pre-lit tree has a light bulb RIGHT at the very top . . . there’s really no way to balance something up there….

What is your favorite holiday book?
"Why Christmas Trees Aren’t Perfect" (see Thursday’s post)

What is your favorite Christmas song?
I don’t really have one. I like them all . . . though some versions better than others!

Candy Canes! Yummy or Yuck?
Yummy

Yes, Virginia, There is a Gloating Day

Img_2673_1Yesterday, I went to Tea with
my best friend, home for the holidays from California. I didn’t think
to take any pictures of, you know, my FRIEND–or of her adorable
17-month old twin nephews–but I did snap this picture of the tea
room’s Christmas tree and hat collection (available for wearing during
your tea experience). Note the row of teapots in the background.

We had a lovely time, and afterward, went to the movies to see
"Pursuit of Happyness" with Will Smith, which was really good, if a
little slow in the middle. He did an excellent job, though–as did his
real-life son, playing his son in the movie.

Today, of course, was Gloating Day here in the Chappy household, so as dutiful Gloaters, Mom and I headed off to the mall this morning, bought some Peppermint Mochas from Starbucks, went to our favorite bench and, well, gloated.

It was an unusually sociable Gloating Day, though–we had one man ask for directions, and several people smiled at my knitting (because, yes, of course I was knitting–once I’d finished my coffee). But our favorite? We made a new friend! After we’d been there about half an hour, a nice, friendly woman named Virginia stopped and asked, "I hope you don’t mind, but–I walked by a half an hour ago and you were still sitting there, and you’re drinking coffee and . . .knitting! . . . and I’m just wondering . . . what are you doing?" We explained that we were Gloating, that we do it every year as a tradition, and so on, and she was just delighted by the whole idea. She said she was SO glad he’d stopped to ask. She even said that she’s writing a detective novel and thought about using this idea, maybe for one of the clues–which would be very cool, wouldn’t it? I’d love to see Gloating Day spread even further.

Mom says that, next year, we should have buttons.

Img_2676This afternoon, after Gloating, my friend Cindy came over. We exchanged our own presents, but she also brought one for Chappy (a Fat Cat Rainbow Trout toy)–here’s an action shot of him opening it.

Hey–how nifty is this? I got a comment yesterday from someone who’s so impressed by my wonderful Chappy, that’s she thinks she’ll be getting a puppy from . . . the same place we got Chappy. Woohoo! I love that "small world" thing . . . she fell in love with the breed because of Chappy, and the kennel she found with available puppies just happens to be the one Chappy came from . . . I love the irony of that (grin). And Chappy’s very excited for her. That’s my boy . . . spreading joy-through-Boykin-Spaniels throughout the world.

Now, I’ve been tagged for the Six Weird Things meme.

"The Rules: Each player of
this game starts with the "6 weird things about you." People who get
tagged need to write a blog of their own 6 weird things as well as
state this rule clearly. In the end, you need to choose 6 people to be
tagged and list their names. Don’t forget to leave a comment that says
"you have been tagged" in their comments and tell them to read your
blog."Six weird things about me."

1. I don’t like abbreviations, and rarely use them. I’m not talking about "Mr." or "etc" or "St." I mean the IM/text-message abbreviations that have snuck into written correspondence. I don’t have any real objections to things like "LOL" but, darn it, words deserve a certain amount of respect. Hence the fact that I indicate laughter by spelling out "(grin)" in my posts, rather than doing smilies or using "LOL."

2. Similarly, I’m a stickler about grammar, too. The fact that so few people seem to be able to tell the difference between "your" and "you’re," or "its" and "it’s" just seems so sad to me….

3. I cannot go to sleep at night without reading first. Almost no matter how tired I am, reading in bed is a requirement. An addiction, even.

4. I’m terrible at mending things. I can make all sorts of things from scratch, but ask me to do anything more complicated than sewing on a button or, maybe, repairing a split seam, and forget it. Patches. Darning. All of that stuff, I’m just totally inept.

5. I hate clutter. I’m not a neat freak, exactly, but in my own "space," I need things to be organized and tidy. It’s like everything I’ve got out on my desk is taking up a portion of my attention, whether I’m actually working on it at the moment or not, and if there are too many things, I start to feel scattered and strung-out too far. Being organized makes me feel much saner.

6. I hate returning things to stores. Unless something I buy is actually broken, I’d almost rather keep something that’s not quite the right color or size or whatever than to go to the trouble of taking it back. Once I bring something home, it’s mine. Which also explains why I don’t like borrowing books from the library, either–you have to give them back. I’d rather have my own.

And, no, I’m not actually tagging anyone . . . but please, feel free to adopt this! I’ve been enjoying reading these.

Img_2680_1Merry Christmas, everyone! I hope Santa’s good to you. Whether you celebrate or not, have a wonderful day!

Christmas Lights

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Yep, I had fun with the camera and the Christmas lights this year . . .

Have a good holiday, everyone!

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Harry!

Presented in a Christmas box, wrapped in pretty paper with a bow, JK Rowling has announced the title of Harry Potter Book #7. Woohoo!

(I don’t want to give it away–finding it on her site, behind the closed door, is too much fun.

Such a nice little Christmas gift….

Speaking of–how about this Raglan Sweater Pattern Agreement from the Girl from Auntie? I love it! I’d probably like it even more if I had any legal training whatsoever (grin).

Earbobs

Img_4077I have even less to talk about today than I did yesterday, isn’t that sad?

I do have a lovely new pair of earrings, though, which came today. I found them through the Thrifty Boutique ezine, and ordered them from Atterg. So pretty, I couldn’t resist–even if this is a daft time of year to be buying myself jewelry.

(And yes, there are, in fact, two of them. I just photographed only one for you.) Dangly, which I love in an earring. Silver, one of my favorites. A hammered-silver circle, which catches the light marvelously (important when you have long, dark hair). And then a dangling, beaded pendant, which gleams beautifully and also catches the light. What’s not to love?

Img_4078A little early, but here’s my answer (illustrated, even!) to this week’s "Booking Through Thursday."

  1. Any favorite holiday books or stories that you like to read
    and reread this time of year? And if so, why? What makes it so special
    to you? Favorites from your childhood? (This is a perfectly good time
    of year for picture books–it’s like watching the Charlie Brown
    Christmas special. Adults can "do" cartoons in December.)
  2. (Psst.
    You can talk about favorite movies or tv specials, too, if you want,
    even though they’re not about reading. You know, just this once.)

I have to say that ultimately, my favorite Christmas-themed book is this one, Why Christmas Trees Aren’t Perfect, written by Richard H. Schneider and beautifully illustrated by Elizabeth Miles. I originally bought it for my niece when she was somewhere around five, but I loved it so much (naturally, I read it before I wrapped it for her), and raved about how sweet it was so often, that on Christmas morning, there was a copy for ME under the tree, too. I wouldn’t want to spoil the story for you, but it’s about a perfect little tree growing in the Queen’s forest, hoping (as all trees do) to be perfect enough to be selected for the royal Christmas Tree . . . but one night, it sheltered a rabbit from some dogs, and ended with a gap in its branches . . . and one day there was a bird . . . and suddenly, the tree wasn’t quite perfect anymore . . . well . . . I won’t tell you any more, but it’s a charming little story. And oh, really, the illustrations are just gorgeous.

Otherwise, I surprisingly don’t have any other Christmas books that I particularly love. I know, me, the huge book lover. It’s a shock. There are some classic things on film that I do love, though. Charlie Brown’s Christmas special. It’s a Wonderful Life (now that they don’t show it thirty times a day anymore). Bing Crosby’s White Christmas. Nobody sings that song like Bing does, either. Or Nat King Cole’s version of the Christmas Song. Elvis’ Blue Christmas…. Yeah, the music I love. Well, in the month of December, anyway . . . the middle of November is a little early….

Oh, but speaking of Christmas music? I don’t know if any of you watch Studio 60 on the Sunset Strip, but at the end of their Christmas episode, they had a New Orleans jazz-like rendition of "O Holy Night" played by Troy "Trombone Shorty" Andrews. It’s amazing. You can download the song, played by Troy Andrews and fellow musicians, at NBC’s Studio 60 site or via the Tipitina Foundation. Or watch the actual video tribute.

Trust me when I tell you that–whether you like Christmas music or not–this is one beautiful piece of music. Amazing. Go listen. Or save it to your computer. So, so beautiful. Really. Trust me on this one. It gives me chills . . . in a good way. You do not want to miss it. It’s just as beautiful for the ears as those earrings . . . Good for the soul, too, that kind of moving beauty…. 

PSA

Img_4070I’ve really got nothing for you today. No interesting pictures. Just this one of my new Woolee Winder for my Little Gem, which I’m getting to know. Very different feel than the flyer that came with the wheel–the winder and the bobbin use a lot of wood, so they’re heavier than the light flyer and plastic bobbin which makes the braking completely different. But it’s a pleasure, of course.

My new bag is working out just beautifully. Pretty and functional. I’m so happy.

I need to take another look at my purple cabled sweater, though. I’m doing the raglan shaping at the top and the piece just seems so long . . . I need to recheck the schematics and remeasure to see if I’m on target or not. You know, before finishing this piece and making the others and THEN realizing the whole thing is too long.

So, anyway, since there’s so little else to talk about, let me focus the rest of this post on Public Service Announcements.

LIke, as a public service announcement, don’t forget that Gloating Day is this weekend. Remember, this is open to all religions, faiths, creeds, even atheists–all that’s necessary is that you have no Christmas shopping to do–either because your shopping is finished, or because, well, you don’t buy any Christmas presents anyway. (Click the link for the complete explanation.)

Of course, the REAL public service announcements: the Harlot’s drive for Knitters Without Borders. Wendy’s Heifer International fund-raiser. Raising money for really good causes.

You know, really, you can gloat much better on a clear conscience.

Pre-Christmas Deliveries

Img_4064Img_4065I may actually have found a bag to replace my loved-if-not-exactly-fashionable Planet Dog Doctor’s Bag.

This is a Baggallini Large Doctor’s Bag.

Now, when Mom and I went into that gift shop last Saturday, they had a display of Baggallini bags . . . I’d never even heard of them before . . . and one of them was a small doctor’s bag. I had just, minutes earlier, been looking at Jordan Paige’s Knitter’s Satchel in the yarn shop (I’d never seen one in person before) and thought it looked pretty nice . . . but then there was this one, almost the same size, just about the same price, but actually more functional, I thought, if less "purse"-looking . . . I suppose if you’re only looking for something snazzy to be seen out and about in, you’d opt for the J.P. bag, but I’m looking for light and functional. But, well, it was smaller than my Planet Dog bag.

Long story short, came home, did an internet search, and found this–the large doctor’s bag. Nice colors. Lots of pockets and things. And, going by the quality of the one I saw in the gift shop, generally a nice bag. So I ordered it. IIt was even, I hesitate to mention, on sale–though that sale ended the day I ordered it . . . one of the reasons I rushed into placing the order instead of waiting until after the holidays . . . and it came today.

Img_4069The fact that I’ve moved all my knitting stuff is definitely a good sign. There’s the big, plastic pocket along one side. (For toiletries, if you were using this as an overnight bag–which you certainly could). The row of yellow loops at the top are elastic loops to hold things like bottles of shampoo. There’s a cell phone pocket on the other side, plus two more non-stretchy loops. And another, full-size, zippered pocket. Plus one on the outside. AND a "sleeve" on the outside so this bag can be piggy-backed onto a suitcase handle. There’s also a padded shoulder strap with, nice, easy, sturdy clips for taking on and off . . . and, of course, the tomato red I love, and the mango lining color? So easy to see what’s inside . . . So, let’s recap, shall we? Large. A look/design you already know I love. Functional. Pockets for organization. Two of my favorite colors. Sturdy construction. Attractive…

I think I’m in love.

I’m trying very, very hard to resist the urge to go buy one of the smaller ones . . . or some of their luggage . . . or . . . anyway, nice stuff! (Actually, the urge isn’t THAT strong . . . unless I had some sudden need for luggage….)

Img_2667Chappy and I got something in the mail today, too–an ornament we’re sharing this year. "All I Need for Christmas is to be Loved by my Boykin Spaniel."

We agreed that we’ve pretty much got this covered already, but thought the ornament was too good to pass up. We couldn’t wait until Christmas morning to hang it on the tree, either, so–there it is! Right at Chappy’s eye level.

I want to thank all of you for your kind words about my Z post. I had so much fun putting that together, can you tell? (grin) I know it’s hard to tell the Katy pictures from the Chappy pictures, so maybe this will help. Baby Chappy. Baby Katy. Chappy. Katy.  See? They look completely different…. (grin)

Zzzzzz…..

Click here to see all the pictures from this entry.

(Apparently, Typepad ate them.)


I’ve had a lot of fun with this ABC-along. Thank you, Anne, for thinking of this!If you want to recap, here is the page with ALL my other entries, or you can look at them individually:A B C D E F G H I J K L M N O P Q R S T U V W X Y, and of course, ZDo I have favorites? I don’t know . . . I’ve enjoyed the miscellaneous entries, where I wandered around with my camera. I really liked the nostalgia in my G and I entries. I loved doing N, P, and Q. And Chappy and I both enjoyed T. I’m still fond of L, too, but how could I help but love all those books? . . . And this one? Z? Oh, I LOVED doing this one!! I worked on this one for over a week!

Really, I loved almost all of them!

(Oh, and for the record, not all those dark little sleeping dogs are Chappy . . . some are Katy, some are Jilly, and there’s even one or two of Muppy–all our dogs are represented, even if most of them ARE Chappy . . . but hey, it’s not Muppy and Jilly’s fault that they lived before digital photography!)

Serene Saturday

Img_2661I really don’t have much to tell you today. Or show you for that matter. Which is why you get this lovely little picture of Chappy eating his dinner tonight–including some scraps of Prime Rib that his grandma brought him home from dinner the other night.

My pattern for the Tatami kimono came today. I’ll be making this in my handspun Raspberry Cream yarn–just as soon as I figure out what needles to use to get gauge (or close to gauge–you KNOW I have a lot of practice adjusting patterns these days).

I discovered this great blog/ezine about jewelry last night, while trying to find parts for my keychain. She’s got links to some amazing jewelry designers on there. Like this one, and this one, and….. I’m working my way back through the archive