Nothing to see here, move along
|Mulled wine at my desk. Oh yes!|
The main problem with working late is that it makes me want to buy stuff. I've managed to break my knitting wool habit – I have more than enough stashed at home – but I think my desire to buy clothes, which I'm really feeling, stems from the same source: buying the wool to knit with, or clothes I could wear somewhere, feels like the first step towards making something or going somewhere. It's not things I want, it's time. Which I will get, in abundance, at Christmas. At least I've been able to put the train ride home to good use, as I've popped my knitting in my work bag to do on the journey.
On the subject of vintage goings-on, Mr Robot and I managed to miss our usual December trip to see It's A Wonderful Life at the cinema, which was pretty rubbish of us. We have it on DVD, but it's not the same. My local cinema was also showing Die Hard this week, which I couldn't go to. Bake me a woecake!
I sent off my parcel for Jessica's Vintage Secret Santa, and I know a few bloggers I chat to are also taking part in VSS this year. I made part of my gift; I really hope the recipient likes it. I tried to pick a colour and style I thought she'd like. So there's something handmade, something vintage, something creative and something cute in the package. All bases covered! I've received something from Vintage Secret Santa too, so if you're reading this, thank you, mystery Santa! It is waiting under my tree to be unwrapped on Christmas Day. I also got lucky and won the top prize in Kavey Eats' Hotel Chocolat giveaway, a whopping great wreath box containing 42 truffles (brandy butter? Christmas cake? Mulled wine? Excellent), a cookie wreath and two chocolate snowflakes. That lot should keep me going till January.
And because they're what you're really here for...
Kittens? Still obsessed with the Christmas tree. At first only Pippin climbed the tree and Ziggy stayed at the bottom, patting baubles. Now Ziggy has learned to climb too, which means they get halfway up and start one of their slap fights, and the scrap only ends when one of them is knocked out of the tree. I swear they're made of rubber; they're always falling off of or out of things, and it never seems to do them any harm.