That's me. My outlook took a turn for the better along about last Friday, and I had a pretty good weekend. If Typepad hadn't been experiencing some kind of intestinal distress, I would have posted about the foolishness of trying to learn a new knitting technique, with the resultant productivity loss, while gift-knitting on a deadline. And that the phrase "Continental purl" scans exactly like "horizontal bop." I'm pretty sure that's trochaic meter, and why the latter phrase floated into my consciousness, I have no idea.
We got the tree decorated late last week, and though it's small and leans a bit, it's perfect for us this year.
On Saturday I had coffee with a friend and her nine-month-old son, on Clement Street in San Francisco. The boy was calm, happy, and delightful. Any day that I get to kiss a baby goes down as a good day in my book. We met at Green Apple Books, and I found a book in the bargain bin that I really wanted to read, at a seriously bargain price. Score. We also went into Kamei, a big Chinese housewares/restaurant supply store that has what seems like everything. My friend and I both bought some useful stuff for cheap. Score again (yes, ignoring my own scruples about Chinese imports--it seemed kind of churlish on Clement St., and besides, I really needed an umbrella). I refrained from bringing my knitting, figuring I wouldn't have any time to work on it--but I stopped on my way out of town to give blood, and I forgot about the waiting time at the blood bank. That'll teach me to ever leave the house without a knitting project.
On Sunday I made these for a dinner party with some friends. They're cheese straws, which are basically butter and cheddar cheese held together with a bit of flour. Sort of like homemade Cheez-Its. So far this is the only holiday baking that I've managed, but I still turned the kitchen into chaos while doing it.
On Monday I got two gift scarves blocked, and Laurie is right: Steam blocking is the way to go. I was going to say "steam blocking is the shit," but in honor of the holidays decided to dial back the vulgarity. On Tuesday I got these wrapped, packed, and shipped off to their recipients along with the rest of the distance gifts, which was less of an ordeal than most people probably had to endure, but still bad.
On Wednesday I finished the last of my Christmas shopping, and yesterday I got it all wrapped and finished Jane's brioche-stitch hat, in time for her to take it on the Alaska trip (pictures and postmortem another day). And that is why I'm a happy Santy. Happy holidays to all of you.