I went out for a walk this morning before work. Oh, it was cold. And although there isn’t snow, of course, there was a layer of ice on everything in sight. The black top of my covertible was white. And I realized as I was walking that I kind of missed part of Christmas, didn’t I?
I had a marvellous Christmas (see below) and I had a ball knitting all my gifties and getting ready for the holiday, but I was so busy with work and people and doing that I hadn’t been walking, and I missed all the pretty lights, one of my favorite things in life. This morning I silently thanked all the people who were either up early on a Sunday morning and had turned on their Christmas tree lights, or had just left them on all night. Bless them. There’s nothing like a walk in the liminal light of dawn or dusk, twinkly lights inside the cottages gleaming into the chill, the suggestion of hearth and home, of warmth and family. Of course, inside are actually probably kids spilling red juice onto white carpet and people drinking wa-a-ayy too much spiked eggnog and falling over too close to glass coffeetables.
But it looks good from out here.
And hey! Here’s my pal Laura modeling her Villa from Knitty. She asked me to tell you that it’s not just artistic blur, but the slight bulge is actually the wee baby she’s carrying under there. (Hey, ponchos were MADE for pregnant ladies.) Didn’t it turn out great? Love the colors, and the way she seamed it inside out, creating that fab ridge. *Almost* makes me ready to make one. Of course, as soon as I do, the fad will be totally over, so the longer I hold out, the better for y’all.
And here’s me, trying on the sleeves of my orange cardie that I’m winging. Don’t mind the headset.
Whee! And to those of you with lights still up, the walkers thank you.
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