Right now you’re probably so busy that you’d rather jump off a cliff than see another ‘happy holiday’ message which might require a reply. But in case you read this, whenever that may be, I’d like to wish you a merry Christmas, if you’re having one, and a contented end to the year.
The time coming up to Christmas seems to make me less not more merry. The sewing space usurped by the Christmas tree…. My routine – usually a source of certainly and contentment – hi-jacked! And the shopping queues and bodies crammed in non-moving traffic chugging out smoke, and the landfill of unwanted tat… It’s just not green enough for my liking. But to talk of these things only throws up accusations of ‘Scrooge!,’ and the pointing out that I have so much to be thankful for. Which I do.
So hey, let’s look at the bright side: at least I didn’t have to join in with the manic search for things to wear. I’ve been around long enough to know what suits me and how to make it. And how long it’ll take to make! So for this Pattern Magic Bamboo Shoot dress, which I made in time for my Christmas party, I even enjoyed the little luxury of an adrenaline rush which I threw in by finishing the dress just before it was needed, sewing the lining to the zip half an hour before I was due to leave the house (not that I didn’t have Blue Velvet as back-up!).
And here’s some other things to be grateful for and to enjoy:
Tomorrow will be my first Christmas Day with mum and brother since 1990!
A long phone call with my uncle who lives in Canada, and a shorter one with my dad in Croatia – short because he’s notoriously taciturn though what he does say is often very funny!
Going to see the Amazing World of Escher at the Dulwich Picture Gallery with the also amazing D. We might even find the sense to leave the kids at home!
TV, especially who-dunnits, no-internet time, and jigsaw puzzles (thanks for the reminder, Kate!).
Eating through the mountain of food I’ve been lugging home and squirreling away.
Making Stollen (me) and Bolognese a la Marcella Hazan (D).
And to stop me going stir-crazy after all those calories… long runs on the soft (read: ‘muddy’) edges of South London, some on my own, some with friends.
As for the clothes sales at Twixmas… Let’s just say if you spot someone who looks like me delving into binfuls of bargains… it’s really not me!
Hope you get the chance to enjoy some of what life has shown you is good for you. And thanks for reading the blog and keeping me going!