I finally got a chance to take my Christmas tree down today. Don’t judge me.
When I was a kid, my family usually put the Christmas tree up anywhere from when the season started and it stayed up until the week after New Years. I don’t see a reason to change that tradition now. Besides, after a stressful start to the New Year (he’s okay now…thank you to all you well wishers out there), I needed a couple extra days to get things done. Speaking of which, I always get asked how I do that. Well, I just normally snatch some time in between things. Like everyone else, my mind usually has this narrator that blabbers on and on and sounds a lot like me ALL DAY LONG. By the end of the day though, if she’s said anything worth mentioning (lol), I blog it. Goes something like this:
AM -Breakfast Knitting (with Narration)
I fixed some breakfast for the family this morning.
Narrator: These folks EAT. So, I have to fix enough to keep them busy for awhile. Then, I can sit down to knit. (wickedly grins to self)
So, after fixing the breakfast for the hubby and kids today, I sat down to knit some more on this sock. The last time you saw it, I was swatching. Could’ve had it started a couple days ago. But the Boy Child had me all freaked out and what not. But, it has finally graduated to full-fledged sockdom, I think.
Narrator: I really think I’m becoming a sock knitter anymore. Is it the handspinning?
Of course, this is not handspun though. It’s cost-effective Paton’s sock yarn. And if you noticed, there is a definite departure from my usual color scheme…These are a late Christmas knit for a friend of the family. We first met him when moving out of our old home. We had a neighbor who was moving out nearby and I saw that he was at that home early every morning at the crack of dawn to get the job done. So, I suggested him to my husband. It has been buddy love ever since. They go out for breakfast once a week and we double date with him and his wife from time to time. The man is such a giver. He likes to sort of scavenge the items from these homes that these movers don’t want. It’s like watching a kid with candy when he finds something! Almost every job he has, he finds something he thinks we could use. We have an almost brand new lawn mower and my son almost got a go-cart last summer. His entire home is pretty much made up of found things.
Narrator: I wish he could find me another spinning wheel. And some spindles. And some fiber! I think I’m getting carried away here…
These two also test each others stash of adult beverages, lol. At any rate, as good friends as they are, he still has no clue that I’m not a drinker. Hubby has never dispelled the myth. So, this Christmas, he brought me an unexpected bottle of wine for Christmas-which the hubby quickly confiscated after he left, lol. He got a gift from the family (the hubby had bought him an extra-large box of adult beverages in return), but I figured I’d gift him some socks from my found yarn (yarn that I had forgotten I had in my stash).
Narrator: I think they’ll suit him…though come to think of it, a beer cozy may have made more sense.
PM – Tree Take-Down & Christmas, Spinning, Vaccuuming, Etc. (with Narration)
Once I had the heel turned, I started taking down the tree and you know what comes next. Getting up all those needles. Since our wood burning stove needed to be vacuumed out too, I figured I’d kill two birds with one stone. So, from that point on, it was all about the spindle. The hubby had come down to watch football, so I had to kind of stop and start with the noise-makers. It goes like this : Game-spin; Commercial-vaccuum. I used the butterfly to keep the spindle close when I didn’t need both hands while cleaning.
If you’ve ever wound a center pull ball with your yarn by hand, you are already familiar with a butterfly. Should you try spinning, it really works to store a good amount of singles before winding on, and as I found out today, comes in handy (no pun intended) when you’re housecleaning. Actually, that makes sense since it’s an Andean spinning technique. According to Abby Franquemont, they spin all day, on-the-go.
Narrator: I suppose in another part of the world, an Andean woman is straightening up her home today with a butterfly on her hand too. Fancy that. Well, except if she’s cleaning out a wood-burning stove. Then it might have to stay put for a few.
More Narrator: Oh. And if she is also getting the water to water her plants, like me-one of which is trying to die on me due to a persistent basketball bouncing in its direction last week. Kids. (Sighs)
Re-opening the bulging Christmas box to put away the lonely, forelorn-looking wrapping paper can require two hands.
Narrator: I don’t even know why this is out. We didn’t even use the wrapping paper this year…
But, by the end of the evening, nearly all the housework was completed and when the folks came over, all was put back in order, apparently just in time for the premiere playoff game of the night when all you could hear was, “RG3, Baby!!”
NOW- Blog it.
Yup. That’s how I get things done around here.