Our first Christmas card of 2017 arrived today, with a chatty newsletter enclosed therein.
This had the unfortunate effect
of encouraging Mr B to check on my own progress with our Christmas card list and whether I have composed a suitably newsy epistle for those people who may need to be brought up to date with Our Life And Times. I hedge about a bit, pointing to the small pile
of envelopes waiting to be posted as evidence of my Stalwart Endeavours on the Christmas Card Front. Mr B wants to know if I have bought stamps; he did, he reminds me, asked me about this yesterday. I prevaricate - I am good at prevaricating. If I keep it
up for long enough, Mr B may forget to remind me again until I have posted off all our cards. Have I looked up the latest posting dates for Canada, USA, Germany, Spain and every other far-flung part of the world where our friends live? That’ll be a no,
I consult our Nomination Whist gang who gather at ours this afternoon on whether any of them have received any Christmas cards yet. A surprisingly
high percentage have had that pleasure. Clearly there are a lot of people out there congratulating themselves on their speed and purposefulness.
wants to see my progress on my latest knitting project which has to be completed by Sunday when the Twinkles, Tala and Lilia, will be coming to our house for an early birthday celebration. Yes, indeed, yet another birthday! Or, in this case, Two For One. It
occurs to me that the reason I have stalled on writing our Christmas cards is because I have had to divert my attentions to the knitting project. I only have one pair of hands after all, however much I like to pretend otherwise.
Talking knitting, did you hear about the town of Swanwick in Northampton where a group of Nifty Knitters hid 500 knitted angels all around the village for local children to find and carry home to adorn
their Christmas trees? The Nomination Whist crowd agrees that this is a lovely demonstration of the Spirit Of Christmas. Albeit a woolly spirit but that’s half the charm, don’t you reckon?
I hanker after being a Guerilla Knitter myself. I’d love to make knitted angels for local littl’uns, hats for letter boxes, or woolly scarves for the lamp-posts. I do need to remind myself that Good Intentions
are not necessarily enough. Did I not tell my friend, the Lovely Linda (she of the Birdy Group and Crafty Sessions) that I would join her in her efforts to knit Twiddle Muffs for dementia patients at the local hospital. And how many Twiddle Muffs did I make?
Nary a one, I am ashamed to admit. Fifty have already been delivered to the grateful hospital, another fifty are under construction. That’s nothing short of amazing - and nothing at all to do with me.
You may be asking what a Twiddle Muff is? It’s a knitted muff with lots of adornments - like buttons, ribbons and the like - sewn in, so that patients with dementia can keep their hands warm wearing their muffs while
fiddling with the accoutrements. Apart from the Twiddle variety, does anybody wear a muff these days? Please advise, I need to know…
Ted and Margaret, of
the Nomination Whist Group, don’t have anything to add to the conversation about knitting - but they have introduced me to a gadget new to me. It’s a spider catcher. Margaret says she wouldn’t be without hers and Ted agrees, more or less,
though he does say you have to be careful to gather up all eight legs when using the catcher. He gives an approximate demonstration of spidery legs escaping the clutches of the gadget. Jo says she doesn’t need a spider catcher on account of having a
doggy friend who likes to catch and eat spiders - though she admits her DF does tend to eat the body and leave the legs. This conversation seems to be bordering on the macabre so I decide to fetch the biscuits as a diversionary tactic.
Once I’ve finished the Christmas card list, I shall start on compiling a Gift List, as will no doubt be requested by various family members.
Shall I start with a spider catcher?