Saturday: After oatmeal, a wonderful three hours spent cooing at one of the new babes and chatting up a friend. Ran crazy holiday errands in the warm sun, picking up things like glitter for crafts and oranges for pomanders. Yoga, then crafting and black bean/sweet potato quesadillas with small ones. Closed the door to my own house just as the wind howled, just as the blizzard began.
Sunday: Wrapped pretty gifts, shown above, in my jammies while listening to a Prarie Home Companion and trying to stay warm despite the 8-degree day. Attempted the caramels: May have not cooked the candy part long enough, because they taste like sugar butter rather than caramel. Could use more than a mere teaspoon of salt, for sure. Ran out to the shops and found a dress for a holiday party and a well-stocked j.crew sale. Made it home heavily-laden in time to tromp in a park cold enough for cursing and watch steam rise off the lake in billowy clouds. Decided the party dress was just too lacy to proffer any real protection from below-zero weather, so donned a wool jacket and skirt, and skipped the peep-toe shoes. Attended a festive and warm holiday party, drank prosecco, smooched people I love, didn't drop bruschetta on my clothes, and made it home grateful for light and family and warmth.
6 maids a-milking:
"Attended a festive and warm holiday party, drank prosecco, smooched people I love, didn't drop bruschetta on my clothes, and made it home grateful for light and family and warmth."
It is the little things, isn't it? I'm grateful as well, for sturdy rain jackets and mugs full of coffee and a newly-cleaned-out closet. :)
Sounds like a lovely weekend! I'm sad those caramels didn't turn out - I've been planning on making them but wondering if I can succeed.
Amanda, you make me feel like I should slow my life down. Or something. I love these weekend updates.
Fun! Are pomanders those clove thingies? I used to love making the clove thingies as a kid.
I'm with East Side. I was a busy bee this weekend, flying around (literally) but I want that space you discribe.
But, what I was going to say, is those presents are STUNNING! Mine? Definitly not wrapped. Mostly ordered though....
1) It is the little things. Almost always, methinks.
2) Mouse said they worked out for her, Rachel. We've decided that a candy thermometer is essential for the job. I'll report back as soon as I rock these.
3)Clove thingies, indeed.
4) East Side and Meglet: I don't feel like mine's very slow, but I'm glad it seems kind of calm-ish. It feels frantic and oh-my-god-how-is-Christmas-next-week and screw-these-effing-knitted-socks. I wish you a couple of stolen hours each.
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