Recently I have been enjoying (in a secret kind of way) Kirstie Allsop’s recent television programme Kirstie’s Homemade Home. I know the very fact that I admitting to this might cause consternation. But I am sorry, it is a crafty oasis in the middle of the television schedules. I have to say that I have learned some brilliant new things. I feel compelled to have a go at freehand machine embroidery. Now, I am also a big fan of libraries and borrowed her latest book. Lovely. You wouldn’t believe how many new titles you can borrow! Occasionally when I have renewed my book, and realise that I cannot part with it I then feel compelled to buy it. But according to the premise of her book and programme, I don’t think Kirstie would complain.
Running up to Christmas I have been thinking about some of the best gifts I have been given.
My mother in law was a great present giver. You could mention something in March, a small incidental comment, a wistful thought, and low and behold it would appear at Christmas. Genius.
My own parents are such good present buyers that we all rely on their taste to kit us out for the rest of the year, they buy the things you love, but never choose for yourself. That makes them very hard to buy for.
My sister in law and my sister are the most generous present givers, they really enjoy finding the thing they imagine you would love. They are both the youngest sibling. I am not sure whether this is connected, but it is a very nice thing.
One of my most favourite things in our house is a cushion my sister made for Christmas two years ago. She was way ahead of the curve on this trend. She chose the material, worked out how to make it and finished it so beautifully. My sister is more thorough than I am. I love this cushion because it looks good, it fits with my decor but most of all because she put time aside for me.
One of the reason I love to knit for friends and my poor family is because as you are making something you are kind of weaving love and time into the very thing you knit. This has been said by so many knitters before, but it is true.
I am making a promise to myself this Christmas to celebrate the givers and the way they give.
Today, school closed a little early – we are not used to this kind of snow before Christmas in England. Little B had his priorities sorted in his head… no question. Basically it involved me getting wet and him laughing.
This was then followed by some archangel making. This little design is all his own making. I say that, but he might have witnessed it from somewhere. However the instructions to his helper were very clear and there were very many prototypes of faces and wings. I tried to participate in the process with the correct amount of gravity. However the end result I am very proud of. No Little B is proud of it. I am proud of him.
In the middle of a fun packed day on Saturday, which started with a child’s party and ended with dinner with lovely friends, Little B embarked upon some baking. He has been begging me to cook for a while and luckily time and ingredients coincided at the weekend.
There was A LOT of mess, quite a lot of ‘divaesque’; ‘I just can’t do this!’ but alot of laughter. The most exciting thing it appears is cracking the eggs and stirring them in.
But what really absorbed him was washing up at the end of our session. Quietly he stood on a kitchen chair, singing away to himself as he sploshed through the bowls, spoons and cups.
I stood watching and musing ‘When does washing up turn from fun into a chore?’ Later as I sorted through the draining board I got my answer, ‘When you need something to be clean!’
So much fun, and a yummy end… Mmm
My son, Little B is obsessed with penguins. He loves them, they are everything that is sweet and funny in his eyes. I have to admit that I find them hilariously funny too. When I began thinking about Christmas I wanted to make him a little Christmas decoration, so Dapper Penguin was born. If I was making him again I would make a longer hanging loop, but I think he looks fine all the same.
Real success can only be declared when the finished product is handed over and a searing critique is delivered. Luckily for me Little B marched up to his bedroom door, removed his Thomas the Tank Engine name plate and placed Dapper Penguin on his door handle. ‘This little penguin, can now announce that this is my bedroom’.
Phew, one happy Mummy