After last week’s rant I am delighted to announce, I have overcome my dread of the Christmas season and am now able to look at December in a whole new light; I would like to thank those who have taken the time to comment and whose commiserations and words of wisdom from those-in-the-know changed my preconceptions……I am not being ironic, different perspectives have helped me reconsider mine: my attitude has radically changed! It's one thing knowing I don't really need anyone's permission to not embrace Christmas and all that it entails, but it certainly helps realising others before me have loosened up on festive obligations and that it works. That in itself is already a Christmas spirited gift from you to me.
I find myself actually looking forward to doing certain Christmas stuff, I’ll pick and choose the things I enjoy and leave the things I don’t like to others or conveniently forget about them.
Things I most certainly do enjoy:
- making decorations,
many most all are Danish*, weaving paper hearts for hanging in a proper real Christmas
tree and cutting tin foil snow flakes for the windows; and, this I’m longing to
do, weave really tiny hearts for the Project, how small will I be able to make them?
- Making the house and studio feel cosy, Christmassy, jolly, full of fairy lights, candles, rugs, wood stacked beside wood burner, bake cookies for the boys with my German friend where they have this great tradition for baking the most scrumptious Christmas biscuits
- I‘ll be making presents as per usual, so the gifts will at least be ‘unique’
- Finish the Project Christmas table cloth and make a long table for everyone to sit at plus a throne for the BirdKing
- Not make a to-do list, I believe I’ve kind of failed here
- Not worry about food, what I wear, shopping (‘cos I won’t be)anything else I’ve forgotten to fret about
(*I mention yet again my mother’s Danish and Christmas is a big deal over there and so it was/is in our house)
it's darn cold over here, Winter is almost upon us although today without the icy cold winds doesn't feel as cold as it did yesterday; Django doesn't seem to mind at all and he'll jump into the water as if it were a warm bath 'throw the stick just one more time please, would you' and when I've decided enough's enough, off he trots ahead of me, running back and forth, back and forth 'come on you, keep up!'