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Wednesday, December 22, 2004
another late-night ramble, with pictures!
It's past midnight and I'm comfortably sleepy, but the fire in the living room is so nice that I am sitting here for a while just so that its glowy warmth won't go to waste. Also, I'm hoping that I can relax the sewing-machine-induced tension out of my shoulders, and furthermore, I just finished off my can of diet vanilla Coke (just for a change of pace, that's why), and I know that if I were to go to bed now, then just as soon as I was about to drift off to sleep, I would inevitably have to get up and go to the bathroom anyway.
I am making a purple dress for C. Purple is her favorite color and it is just right for her coloring. It's just a simple, plain cotton dress, with a little pinafore over it. Of course, there's a complication, in that it's supposed to be a Christmas gift and I started it, um, today. And just for kicks, I've allowed the situation to become complicated further by putting off for MONTHS starting to sew LT's bathrobe. Which should be really, really simple to make. I hope. Since I also decided to make it a Christmas present. And now you see, in a roundabout way, why every report card I got from fourth grade on up had "Not working to potential" printed on it somewhere. It's because I am a consummate professional when it comes to procrastinating.
Did I mention the scarf I'm crocheting for C, also for Christmas? Hey, at least I have the hat done that goes with it. And that one, I can work on while she's present, because she thinks it's for her aunt. (I would say that that was clever except that I did start it out as a project for my SIL, but changed mid-stream -- or mid-hat as the case may be -- when I realized that for an obscenely small amount of money, an adult can go buy a hat that is precisely what s/he wants, and probably more fashionable than a crocheted one in bright colors. C, on the other hand, will love the one I'm making. Aren't kids grand. ;-)
And we're having Christmas dinner here, and I have pies and cookies to bake and all sorts of fun things, and the Christmas dinner crowd keeps on growing and now it looks like it's up to 21 and where the heck we're going to put 21 people I have no idea. Yet I am remarkably calm. I think I am in denial.
And now, before I ramble on even further and this entry degenerates into complete incomprehensibility: some pictures.
Here's C wearing the green dress I made for her last spring, probably for the last time, as she's nearly outgrown it. This is one of those pictures where her resemblance to me is startling, in my opinion, but it's also bewildering because she is (and I am not fishing for compliments here) so much prettier than I am. I mean, just as an example, look at her skin. Oh, what I would do to have skin like that. Except that I wouldn't go back to being five again -- no, not even for that beautiful pale English-looking clear complexion -- which, honestly, I never had anyway. I was browner than that.
I'm putting this up just because he looks so handsome in it. And honestly because his sister seems to dominate the story-and-anecdote portion of my journal, and I didn't want you all to think I loved her more than this gorgeous boy who made me a mother. ;-)
This is a pretty little spot near where T works. The kids and I were up there taking a walk today while we waited for him to get off work, and I'd brought my camera, to try and capture some pictures of the most slanted light of the year. Because you know how I am about slanting light. I did not succeed overmuch -- I really, REALLY want a nice new digital camera someday, one that's capable of at least zooming -- but I did like this picture.
And now I think my shoulders are sufficiently relaxed, and I can go, um, take care of business and get into my nice warm bed. My eyes are drifting closed just as I sit here thinking about it. mmm.
