We've had a really quiet weekend around here. Friday night we drove to London to see Bill Bailey's Remarkable Guide to the Orchestra which was wonderful and funny but it takes up nearly an entire day to drive there and back (especially if, on the way home, you take the "scenic route" through the city rather than going around it) so we've laid low and stayed home for the past couple of days.
Yesterday I was able to finish up my Baird scarf so that I could wear it to knit group today. I love this scarf. After thirteen issues of The Knitter, this is first project I've immediately cast on and actually finished. It's also probably the silliest reason I've ever had for knitting something: Baird is my mom's maiden name. And it was a quick easy pattern, of course. It's not like it was a bag with lace and 200 million bobbles like the Beachcomber Bag I started in October - I wouldn't have been able to finish it in a couple of days no matter how hard I tried or what it was called.
Anyway, like I said, I love this scarf. It's incredibly warm and cozy. And I knitted it with the giant, pink, plastic size 15 needles that I knit my very first scarf with years ago.
Thanks to this project I am also no longer frightened by the word "Kitchener" which means I'm that much closer to giving knitted socks another go....
Part of me was really close to skipping knit group today but I'm really glad I went. It's nice to hang out with a group of girls once in awhile. And I may not have come home and redecorated my tree like I said I would, Squiblet, but I am much more in the Christmas mood than I was when I woke up this morning!
I came home to a wonderful treat, too - Matt had straightened up the front room and carried the now ransacked Christmas decor boxes up to the spare room so the room is all pretty and begging to be decked out in holiday cheer. That's a fantastic early Christmas gift in itself.
Matt is taking tomorrow off for our six month anniversary so tree redecorating is definitely the to do list as well as, hopefully, taking a trip to Stourhead if the weather cooperates.
So here's to, as my friend Maggie would say, keeping your pecker up (which doesn't mean what you think it does) and looking forward to a very happy Christmas.
Side note with no connection to anything else in this post: Kevin Spacey is doing these camera commercials here that I, at first, thought were kind of annoying but I've recently found myself absolutely transfixed by them. Unfortunately, I couldn't find my favorite one where he wants to write his number on Life's arm and say, "Hey, let's make great pictures together." I love that one.
