Over the weekend, I finished our QAYG Christmas Stockings!
I followed the Imagine Gnats Falling Flakes Stocking Tutorial fairly closely. The only change was that I cut strips instead of wedges of the fabric for more freedom in improvisation.
The stockings also have a little fancy QAYG stitching, instead of only straight lines.
C picked which color (green vs. blue) he like better, and I stitched our initials on with felt.
I took these pictures by pinning the stockings to the fence in the back of our parking lot. While I was snapping away, a guy who lives in my building came out to his car, and hollered out that he liked the stockings. I hollered a thanks back, and he drove off. It made me smile – I don’t know that many of my neighbors that well yet.
WordPress alerted me to the fact that today is my 2 year blogoversary! I can’t really believe that it has been two years since I started writing in this space. I’m really thankful for the community of crafty people I’m getting to know!
Merry Christmas! Merry, merry Christmas!
Of course, my favorite Christmas song had to be today. Have Yourself a Merry Little Christmas is such a classic, there’s not much for me to say about it. My two favorite versions (of the twenty or so that are on my computer) are Judy’s, for being the ultimate emotional version, and Ella’s for being swingy, upbeat, and fun.
Hope you are having a lovely Christmas day!
Happy Christmas Eve! There’s something deliciously nostalgic about Kermit to me. Although I didn’t grow up with the Muppet Christmas Carol, Kermit and I have been old friends, since Sesame Street. The Great Muppet Caper was the movie I usually put in when I was sick on the couch. And my parents have three seasons of the Muppet Show on DVD, which they used to watch when they were newlyweds in grad school. Muppet Christmas Carol is one of those movies that I try to make a point of watching with friends every Christmas (I watched it two days ago, in fact, with my urban tribe). It hits all the right notes – it is funny, sweet, nostalgic, and well-known enough that we all anticipate the best bits (Mine is Rizzo’s “thank you for making me a part of this”).
Here’s wishing that you are having a lovely Christmas Eve!
I spend a lot of time in my car during the holidays. Trips to parties, out shopping, up to NH to visit family and friends. And of course, my normal commute to and from work every day, mostly in traffic. Mostly, it’s the usual: humming, paying attention to the road, glowering blackly when drivers are a little too aggressive or all up in my back bumper for my tastes, singing along with whatever is on the radio. You know.
But when one song comes on this time of year, I perk up. The bells! The woodblock! The trumpet that whinnies like a horse! The snap of an imaginary whip! Confession: I have a little bop I do whenever I hear Sleigh Ride, because I truly imagine myself not locked in 5-mile-an-hour bumper-to-bumper traffic on 95 north but wrapped in blankets and wearing smart gloves driving a sleigh pulled by a pair of prancing brown Morgans through some winter wonderland. Because evidently in my fantasy, I am Laura Ingalls Wilder during These Happy Golden Years.
Anyway, Sleigh Ride as performed by the Boston Pops is a classic; I hope you too will bop along whenever you hear it.
Tonight is the Somethingth Annual Chicken Biscuits Celebration amongst my lady friends, where we eat Chicken Biscuits and cake, drink wine, exchange presents, laugh and tell stories, and possibly play Pixar Monopoly. We’ve been doing this for several years now and is become something that we all plan weeks out, look forward to for months, and talk about when it is over.
So perhaps it’s bad planning on my part, but today’s song is Fairytale of New York by the Pogues. It is a remarkably depressing song wrapped up in a festive Irish bow. And yet I love it, it is one of my year-round favorites.
Today is midwinter, the winter solstice, the longest and darkest day of the year (at least in the northern hemisphere). Midwinter is the day that the pendulum swings back from “getting darker and darker” to “slowly getting lighter and lighter.” And although the figuratively darkest days for me usually come in February, Midwinter is the day that promises that light will, in fact, return.
In middle school, our school choir director chose In the Bleak Midwinter as one of the songs we’d sing. Most people didn’t like it: it was unfamiliar and down-tempo, and quite frankly had the word bleak in the title. Not really a happy song, but rather well-suited to be sung by a group of angsty, awkward middle schoolers.
But because I am and always have been an ornery thing, I liked it. Mostly because the evocative language:
In the bleak midwinter, frosty wind made moan
Earth stood hard as iron, water like a stone
Snow had fallen, snow on snow, snow on snow.
In the bleak midwinter, long time ago
I could identify with hard, cold earth, ice, snow, and the house where I grew up even moaned if the wind blew hard enough from a certain direction.
Here’s Ed Harcourt’s version of In the Bleak Midwinter. Enjoy!
Here’s a mellow Christmas song to ease you through Thursday. I tend to gravitate towards Feist’s more upbeat stuff (Mushaboom, 1 2 3 4) but her version of Lo, How a Rose E’re Blooming is so cool and chill.
My senior year of college, I took a class called Sustainable Tropical Agriculture. It was a seminar class, taught over a couple of long-haul weekends during the normal semester and then in Florida at ECHO and in Honduras over the winter break. We learned a lot about subsistence-level farming during the semester and at ECHO and then looked at various levels of farming in a rural, mountain community in Honduras. The people on the trip were all amazing people who were passionate about social justice and development issues.
In the evenings, we would eat a meal family-style and then we’d all help clean up. Somebody had brought Sufjan Stevens’ Songs for Christmas, which had just been released. Even though it was January, we all felt festive and the CDs had heavy rotation in the kitchen boombox. Sufjan’s version of Once in Royal David’s City is one of my favorites from the collection – it sounds homey and warm and charmingly low-key, what with the ukulele and Sufjan’s warbley voice. Hearing it always reminds me of washing dishes in the kitchen in Honduras, overlooking green mountains.
One of my favorite parts of the holiday season is the waiting and anticipation part of Advent. Every year when I was little, we would get a new advent calendar and set up calendars from years past around the house. Every morning, I would wake up and open all the windows and look forward to being able to open the last, biggest window.
To me, the Wexford Carol sounds like hope and anticipation. There’s a yearning quality about it, although the song is about the angels’ appearing to the shepherds at night. I love the first verse, below.
Good people all, this Christmas time,
Consider well and bear in mind
What our good God for us has done,
In sending His beloved Son.
While I think I discovered Frightened Rabbit sometime in grad school, it wasn’t until last winter that I started listening to them all the time. At the time, The Midnight Organ Fight was on fairly constant rotation at work. Something about lead singer Scott Hutchison’s voice resonated with me. He sounds raw and exposed. The music is driving and has a melancholy edge to it. And that suited me just fine. I was going through a low patch and Midnight Organ Fight sounded like the music I wanted to hear.
There’s nothing sweet or sparkly or really festive about It’s Christmas So We’ll Stop, but the Christmas season sometimes contains difficulty, pain, old and new hurt. For me, this serves to reinforce the idea of Emmanuel, God With Us. Not Jesus the tiny baby in the manger, but Jesus the Man of Constant Sorrow, who knows pain and loneliness, who was forgotten and betrayed, but who extends hope and the promise that all will be well.