I'm not a big lover of Christmas. As I get older, it seems more and more crazy and irrelevant. I hate the way I feel at Christmas time, and each year as the day itself draws nearer, I get swept up in a wave of loss and regret and sadness. It's like a big black hole to me. I'd love to run and hide, curl up with just myself, and sink into some obsessed state of thinking through lost opportunities.
There's been no knitting frenzy to accompany the doll making frenzy, so I have nothing to show. That's not such a good thing for a knitting blog is it. I frogged a few things. Does that count? I have 3/4 of a sock which looks kind of weird, but fits ok. I finally finished the Noro Knits Eloise thanks to an emergency skein of Blossom from the wondrous Nicole. It still needs seaming, and no doubt it will still need seaming next year.
I have a tonne of holiday knitting though: 1 and a quarter socks, another pair of socks, and Clapotis II. You can place your bets anytime for exactly how much I
don't get done.
I hope the next post is happier, more cheerful, and has lovely photos of at least 1 FO to accompany it. At the very least there will be some nice photos of presents from enablers which I haven't had a chance to photograph yet, and which deserve a post to themselves which makes more of a ritual of their joy. Now I'm off to pack, eat, get eaten by mosquitos, indulge my boy, surf, perhaps knit a little, and deal with the lost days of Christmas.