31 December 2009

Sparkly in the New Year

Bought myself a wee happy present at the Knit-o-matic Boxing week sale. It's Berroca Sox Metallic. Bling for the feet! Despite necessary economies, I figure I deserve a small something. My feet are very tired from the job and would like a bit of sparkle to cheer them up.

So, tonight, we roll the year over. Resolutions? I never make them. I do however, believe in pausing for reflection. My astrology reading for the coming year talks about noting how others see you as a tool to aligning the outer image with the truth about who you really are. Pause indeed. Lately I have allowed my tendencies to panic and worry and emotionally flail about to have too much influence on my words and actions. This has caused all sorts of negative Karma and has gotten me into a whole lot of trouble. How to shift this energy?
So, I'm working, as always, on inner peace. I'm considering my intentions and being mindful of what I put out there. It's not a resolution to start something new as much as it is a reminder to return to something I already know.

Have a great evening tonight everyone whatever you're doing. All the best in the coming year.

26 December 2009

Christmas Stuffing Indeed

Dishes At Christmas Dinner Prepared By My Sister
NO, I Am Not Kidding

  • Baked ham
  • Tortiere
  • Lasagna
  • Side crock of meatballs simmered in the lasagna sauce
  • Mashed squash
  • Peas and carrots
  • Salad

I am not even counting the myriad plates of nuts, chips, cheese, crackers and shrimp spread throughout the apartment. On top of everything, all the cookies you see in the photo were baked by her and each guest was given a box to bring home.

The woman was cooking and baking for over a week. She is either crazy generous, or just plain crazy.

17 December 2009

In My World Hedgehogs Are Purple

Pattern: Smith by Ysolda

Purple, only because these two colours were the most appropriately sized scrap balls in the stash.

I finally buckled down last night and finished this. Unfortunately, the knitting gods blessed me with inspiration at about 11:30 pm so I was up until after one. No matter. One must follow one's Muse.
It's remarkable how finishing a project does wonders for the mood. I've been feeling like crap for days and this little toy has managed to lighten that somewhat. I'll take it.
See that cute little pointy nose? The last ten rows or so were executed on DPN's! Yes, me, the DPN hater and despiser was forced over to the dark side by the pointiness of Smith's nose. I'm pleased that I managed the cursed things so well and that the end result is sufficiently cute.

16 December 2009

Tree's Up

Well, the Christmas knitting, knitting of any sort in fact, is a big fail. Tree's up though. Ooo. Pretty.
Much storm and stress is going on these past weeks. Work politics have been out of hand and I've let myself get caught up in the whirlwind.
Time to take a big step back. The Daughter and I have trimmed our tree and will soon wrap the gifts. We'll see good friends and eat too much. Tomorrow, we're going downtown to look at the lights. Pretty simple stuff but just what's needed now.

01 December 2009

Embarassing Moment #137

OK. On Sunday evening, I'm sitting at my dining table doodling and listening to Randy's Vinyl Tap on CBC, This is a typical Sunday night at my happening place. Anyway, the theme of the show is keyboard and well into the second hour, Randy plays Barry Manilow's Could It Be Magic as an example of blending of classical and pop. How cool is it that Randy Bachman - The Guess Who? BTO? Yes, that Randy Bachman - spins Barry Manilow on his radio program without irony or sarcasm? He just plays the record. The familiar opening Chopin chords send chills down my spine and I am transfixed to my radio. It's 1978 and I'm that girl, lying on the basement floor with my head between the speakers, listening to that song over and over again on my Barry Manilow Live album. I know it's schlocky but I actually believe in that kind of love. Someday, someone will feel that kind of passion for me, and sing "Come into my arms" to me. Baby, I want you now and hold on fast. I already feel all the joy and pain of that great love affair that I know, I know, will be mine.

Then of course tears are streaming down my face from the nostalgia of it all and then The Daughter walks in and rolls her eyes at me. She's used to this kind of behaviour from her crazy mother and walks right out again.

It's 30 years later and still no great passionate affair.
Fuck, it's a good song though.

Watch a clip HERE.