Oh all right, I admit it, but only grudgingly. Christmas is almost upon us. ‘Tis the season of curmudgeonly old grumps like me cheering up. I need to stop knitting housey stuff and apply my mind to gifts, and guests, and grub. Actually, the grub’s covered because the stoic spouse is already engaged in his annual mission to source the best turkey in Western Europe. But I do need to think about the rest of it.
We have a tree! I’ve put it up in the slobbing-around-room next to the kitchen, because I’m planning to completely redecorate the living room before our guests arrive on the 24th. Yeah right, I hear the stoic spouse muttering.
And due to my sometimes anarchic creativity, we have some rather unconventional decorations for the tree. Exhibit A is a gold bauble hatching to reveal little Santas, one of whom is abseiling away. I had so much fun painting this:-
And then I painted Santa pausing for refreshments:-
And clearly a cow needs a Santa hat:-
Then I decided to paint a beaver who had just felled a Christmas tree. As you do.
And at last I painted something sensible:-
Finally, here’s a bauble that I didn’t make. Because baubles are pretty. Merry Christmas (bah, humbug).
If I get time, I’ll knit some fairisle baubles, but given my queue of projects, they’ll be ready some time around March. *Sigh*