The Sky, She is Flaking ...

Ah Winter... now that you are truly arrived with temperatures dropping down past the 'Brrrr' and into 'Chattering' stage.

For the last few days mother Nature has been throwing wet, icy, snowy, frosty, sodden, crunchy, slickery, and beautiful weather our way.


It Snows and accumulates.
Then warms up just beyond freezing- and it melts. Rains and drippity-drops for awhile. Then the Sky goes all Foreboding... And 'Heeeere comes the Snow again !!'

If, for any reason, I would have to venture out and about my attitude would most Certainly be:



But with diligence and forethought- I can stay in. The pantry is well stocked. My freezer is a joy to behold. Tins and tins of canned tuna goodness sits on the shelf for the Girls. This surely makes for Peace of Mind !!

It does make for some very grateful sleeping weather tho. Not much is better than being layered in cozy red plushy blankets and a Kittheh (Babylon) tucked under the covers and watching the snow flicker down and about thru the window.

Even better when you can be ensconced on the couch with a restoring mug of:



And be contemplating an image very similar to this:



Except there isn't a fireplace in my Living-room, and No Rocker... (Yes, I caught what you muttered under your breath- "Off her Rocker !!")

And of course- I'm not a Floofy Mama Kittheh...
(nor do I ever wear an apron...)

But I did buy myself a scrumptious box of assorted skeins of yarn in such a pleasing array of colours and new crochet needles and have been researching beginner/easy crochet Afghans-wrist warmers-shawl patterns etc. like crazy.

At present the cuff of a fingerless glove is in production on my knitting needles. I thought I would get myself rolling with something speedy and have a practical result quickly. However I can get myself motivated helps !!

Will try and get the camera out and get some snaps of yarns & Kitthehs hel-pping... Cause they try to be sooo useful in the yarn department !!

Stay Warm !!

xoxo

Father Christmas, Sana Claus, Kris Kringle...

... whatever his name may be, it is the Spirit of Giving that make Christmas Special...
And there are so many ways that we can share...
Someone I know said they received this in an email.
If you might of read or seen it before- wouldn't hurt to read it again...


I remember my first Christmas adventure with Grandma. I was just a kid. I remember tearing across town on my bike to visit her on the day my big sister dropped the bomb: "There is no Santa Claus," she jeered. "Even dummies know that!" My Grandma was not the gushy kind, never had been. I fled to her that day because I knew she would be straight with me. I knew Grandma always told the truth, and I knew that the truth always went down a whole lot easier when swallowed with one of her "world-famous" cinnamon buns. I knew they were world-famous, because Grandma said so. It had to be true.
Grandma was home, and the buns were still warm. Between bites, I told her everything. She was ready for me. "No Santa Claus?" she snorted...."Ridiculous! Don't believe it. That rumor has been going around for years, and it makes me mad, plain mad!! Now, put on your coat, and let's go." "Go? Go where, Grandma?" I asked. I hadn't even finished my second world-famous cinnamon bun.
"Where" turned out to be Kerby's General Store, the one store in town that had a little bit of just about everything. As we walked through its doors, Grandma handed me ten dollars. That was a bundle in those days. "Take this money," she said, "and buy something for someone who needs it. I'll wait for you in the car." Then she turned and walked out of Kerby's.
I was only eight years old. I'd often gone shopping with my mother, but never had I shopped for anything all by myself. The store seemed big and crowded, full of people scrambling to finish their Christmas shopping. For a few moments I just stood there, confused, clutching that ten-dollar bill, wondering what to buy, and who on earth to buy it for. I thought of everybody I knew: my family, my friends, my neighbors, the kids at school, the people who went to my church. I was just about thought out, when I suddenly thought of Bobby Decker.
He was a kid with bad breath and messy hair, and he sat right behind me in Mrs. Pollock's grade-two class. Bobby Decker didn't have a coat. I knew that because he never went out to recess during the winter. His mother always wrote a note, telling the teacher that he had a cough, but all we kids knew that Bobby Decker didn't have a cough; he didn't have a good coat. I fingered the ten-dollar bill with growing excitement.

I would buy Bobby Decker a coat!

I settled on a red corduroy one that had a hood to it. It looked real warm, and he would like that. "Is this a Christmas present for someone?" the lady behind the counter asked kindly, as I laid my ten dollars down. "Yes, ma'am," I replied shyly. "It's for Bobby." The nice lady smiled at me, as I told her about how Bobby really needed a good winter coat.
I didn't get any change, but she put the coat in a bag, smiled again, and wished me a Merry Christmas.
That evening, Grandma helped me wrap the coat (a little tag fell out of the coat, and Grandma tucked it in her Bible) in Christmas paper and ribbons and wrote, "To Bobby, From Santa Claus" on it. Grandma said that Santa always insisted on secrecy.
Then she drove me over to Bobby Decker's house, explaining as we went that I was now and forever officially, one of Santa's helpers.
Grandma parked down the street from Bobby's house, and she and I crept noiselessly and hid in the bushes by his front walk. Then Grandma gave me a nudge. "All right, Santa Claus," she whispered, "get going." I took a deep breath, dashed for his front door, threw the present down on his step, pounded his door and flew back to the safety of the bushes and Grandma.
Together we waited breathlessly in the darkness for the front door to open. Finally it did, and there stood Bobby. ...

Fifty years haven't dimmed the thrill of those moments spent shivering, beside my Grandma, in Bobby Decker's bushes. That night, I realized that those awful rumors about Santa Claus were just what Grandma said they were -- ridiculous. Santa was alive and well, and we were on his team.


I still have the Bible, with the coat tag tucked inside: $19.95.

May you always have LOVE to share, HEALTH to spare and FRIENDS that care...

And may you always believe in the magic of Santa Claus!

~*~♥~*~♥~*~♥~*~

My thoughts exactly !!
xoxo

Ho Ho...Ack !!

Rather than subjecting my precious fingers, skin, frayed nerves, and peace of mind...
I will not try to put Christmas outfits, hats, reindeer horns, elf hats, plaid ruffled collars, stockings, twinkling light garlands, or candy canes used as earrings, on the Girls this year.
Instead, I am choosing to 'virtually torment/decorate/adorn them.
Uh Huh...

Kuchi voicing her approval (?)... I hope-



Alice being ever so festive !!

Babylon in her fine attire...

Now... wasn't that much safer ?

xoxo