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Just came back from grandma
Dec. 26th, 2020 07:52 pmThis is kind of another of those random posts.
It's a more subdued Christmas than usual - we did not even bother with Christmas decorations. But we did manage a family gathering, possibly slightly defying the current guidelines I have to admit, and seeing grandma after a year, especially after a health scare this autumn, was so nice.
(The grandma who used to visit every week when I was a child, the grandma we visit every Christmas, the grandma who would take me to exhibitions and galleries and who would go with us to the Prague Zoo. She had to undergo a cancer check. It was OK, and the doctor even told her she's in great shape for her age. But for a while there, we were all so very anxious. In my case, it was going numb, not allowing myself to think about it, and sleeping really badly; and then it hit with full force of relief when she turned out to be okay.)
Christmas! I've gone hobbity in the past couple of years: I often enjoy the giving more than the receiving, in a way. Although I still get excited about my gifts.
This Christmas was very handmade and scrounged up on my side (but then, with me it's almost always handmade). Besides, we've started often giving one another perishable gifts; we've all got so much stuff already it's actually nice to get something nice to eat or something practical we need. Grandma asked for a facemask; I ended up making her two. And two wooden sheep figurines I bought at the Liptál folklore festival last year (I did not go this year, although it did take place), because stuff to put in her glass cupboards, often animal figures, is stuff she still welcomes. And a patchwork pillowcase for my sister & brother-in-law (and a wooden spatula, also from the Liptál festival - they like cooking, and there's a man always selling them at the festival who makes fantastic handmade ones that are much nicer to use than the mass-produced ones). They gave me a jar of bio-quality blueberry jam. I let out a squeak. Heh. My family knows me well.
For the past couple of years, though, I've been asking father for various books from abroad, which kills two birds with one stone, so to speak - I get my dream books and he does not have to reck his head for gift ideas.
Sooo. This year I asked for and got Patterns of Fashion 5.
Yess.
( writerly thoughts )
I hope you're all safe and reasonably happy, too. :-)
It's a more subdued Christmas than usual - we did not even bother with Christmas decorations. But we did manage a family gathering, possibly slightly defying the current guidelines I have to admit, and seeing grandma after a year, especially after a health scare this autumn, was so nice.
(The grandma who used to visit every week when I was a child, the grandma we visit every Christmas, the grandma who would take me to exhibitions and galleries and who would go with us to the Prague Zoo. She had to undergo a cancer check. It was OK, and the doctor even told her she's in great shape for her age. But for a while there, we were all so very anxious. In my case, it was going numb, not allowing myself to think about it, and sleeping really badly; and then it hit with full force of relief when she turned out to be okay.)
Christmas! I've gone hobbity in the past couple of years: I often enjoy the giving more than the receiving, in a way. Although I still get excited about my gifts.
This Christmas was very handmade and scrounged up on my side (but then, with me it's almost always handmade). Besides, we've started often giving one another perishable gifts; we've all got so much stuff already it's actually nice to get something nice to eat or something practical we need. Grandma asked for a facemask; I ended up making her two. And two wooden sheep figurines I bought at the Liptál folklore festival last year (I did not go this year, although it did take place), because stuff to put in her glass cupboards, often animal figures, is stuff she still welcomes. And a patchwork pillowcase for my sister & brother-in-law (and a wooden spatula, also from the Liptál festival - they like cooking, and there's a man always selling them at the festival who makes fantastic handmade ones that are much nicer to use than the mass-produced ones). They gave me a jar of bio-quality blueberry jam. I let out a squeak. Heh. My family knows me well.
For the past couple of years, though, I've been asking father for various books from abroad, which kills two birds with one stone, so to speak - I get my dream books and he does not have to reck his head for gift ideas.
Sooo. This year I asked for and got Patterns of Fashion 5.
Yess.
( writerly thoughts )
I hope you're all safe and reasonably happy, too. :-)
