Happy New Year!

I spent Christmas looking out onto this bucolic scene:


If you look very carefully, there are even two donkeys hiding out from the cold in that dark box to the extreme right of the picture.

Christmas was all right. I never did find my holiday spirit, at least nothing sustained, but nonetheless — it happened, and it was got over, and now it's done. That's good. Beatles Rock Band helped. So did sleep.

Pierre's sweater got finished:


And a friend gave me fabric for my erstwhile quilt:


Which are so entirely me, especially the green (just like the toile that I also stole received from her, years back) that I have no choice but to learn to quilt now, just so I can use it. Which means I'm going to have to learn how to use a sewing machine again. As you can see, she's very good at this enabling business.

But that will have to wait. Crafting is going to be spotty for the next few months, because this is my next project:


Choosing paint (and finding boxes, and tile, and possibly even a bathtub) for our new house.