Sandra came back on Wednesday night and spent yesterday recovering from a week with her mother. Today we had our Christmas lunch and present exchange with another friend. I got a copy of Nicky Epstein's Knitting on the edge and a cook book and new wallet - which I needed really badly. And a new typist's chair, which I also needed really badly. Sandra's presents are all still in the post, which (I'm sure you can imagine) didn't make me feel great. I hope they arrive next week.
Thanks to everyone for the suggestions about how to entertain myself - in truth today was the first day I really felt up to much Up until now I've been OK as long as I don't try and do anything. Like leave the house. Today I'm not about the jump over the moon, but I'm closer to normal. Or what passes for normal in my case.
I'm over-ready for Sandra to come home. I'm DVD-ed and cabled out, I've finished off a couple of books and I'm even a bit sick of knitting my little cardigan (1.5 sleeves to go). I'm reduced to doing housework. And (heaven help me!) online quizzes.
Why do they put those little bows on the fronts of bras? Sometimes even with little teeny tiny pearls in the middle of them? I have a black bra that came with a little black bow and a teeny tiny white pearl on it. How stupid is that? Just as well I have tiny sharp pointy scissors.
This isn't the first Christmas morning I have woken up alone, but it is the first time I have spent the whole day alone. How weird this feels - I have nothing to do! There have been Christmases past when I have had to organise babies and children and produce a big meal, and some when I have had to organise babies and children and food to take elsewhere, and others when the energy involved in being pleasant to obnoxious people has exhausted me.
I remember my first Christmas after I got married. Already pregnant, I insisted on having my parents to my house for dinner, and I cooked lamb with mint sauce. It was, predictably for New Zealand, a hot humid rainy day, and we sweated our way though the meal. I remember the first Christmas after I left my husband - stress for weeks as we sorted out how the children were going to spend the day. I won lunch, which we had with my father and my new girlfriend's family, whom they (naturally) didn't like. I still have the photos of sulky children and early teens sitting around uncomfortably at what was to be, unknown to us, my father's last Christmas. That was another humid rainy day, and I remember that pork was roasted, with all the trimmings. Then there was a later girlfriend with the vegetarian parents who, because they were English, tried to duplicate their childhood Christmases. Nut roast with overcooked sprouts and a proper pudding in a cloth (no suet). They were the best present-givers, though. It was a solemn and drawn-out full morning ritual with snacks and alcohol. On the last Christmas I spent with them I was very poor, so I knitted them both (non-matching!) aran sweaters. I guess it had to end after that - a variation on the Boyfriend Sweater Curse.
One of my best years was not long after that. I was living alone, and I hosted a Waifs and Strays Christmas at my little house, which was a great success. People dropped in and out all day, mostly bringing something to eat or drink, and it was heaps of fun.
However you are spending today, whether you are busy or idle, alone or surrounded by friends and family, I wish you peace and joy. Me, I'll be watching DVDs, reading and knitting peacefully right here in my own living room.
No better so back to the doctor today. Seems to now be a sinus infection, my old nemesis. Have an antibiotic. Have cancelled my trip to Canberra. Immediate future consists of lots of knitting on the sofa, watching crap cable TV and DVDs and sleeping.
I have a lot of things to do, but I'm sitting here, knitting and surfing. I have become minorly obsessed with the idea of a soft light little cardigan to wear over shells or singlets. I have a lot of a very old yarn called Patons Popcorn, a UK yarn that I bought for $1 a ball off a stall at a market, either in Orange to Tasmania, I can't remember which. No sign of it on the net, which means it must be really ancient. It's a thick-and-thin cotton/rayon mixture, very slightly fuzzy. I think it's 4-ply (sportweight), in an off-white. The ball says "3" for the needles, which I assume would be 3mm. Or it could (a very long shot) be US3, which is 3.5mm. No ideal tension supplied, which adds to the fun.
So I've doubled it and done a tension square on 6mm needles for a quick knit. It's knitting like a soft lace on stocking stitch. I'm doing a really simple cardi, based on one in rayon ribbon in the Vogue Very Easy Knits book (p44 if you have the book). A couple of repeats of ribbed lace on the edges, then just stocking stitch, holes for the buttons right there in the fabric, three-quarter set-in sleeves and a really flattering wide neck (not unlike that Wildflowers pattern in Yarn mag). I might shape the side seam a bit; haven't decided yet. Depends how stretchy the fabric turns out.
I love designing with my fingers. And having the brain space to do it without feeling I should be reading, or writing, or thinking.
I have also almost finished the bedjacket cardigan for my older granddaughter. Here you can see the back and front and the detail of the edgings. It does have sleeves but I haven't sewn them in yet. The colour is more like the second picture, but richer. I have the sweetest buttons for this: tiny little purple eggplants, just two for the top of the front.
I beginning to realise that another good thing about my granddaughter Rebekah is that she is someone I can knit lace for.
As promised, my little ipod and radio cosies. They're not perfect, but anything that stops those damn cords from tangling together will make me happy. See the cute little pockets on the back for the earbuds and cords? And there are holes in various places to make them more practical. Now I just need to make cords to hang them round my neck while I'm walking around. Amazing what you can do with scraps of leftover Koigu.