Oh what a lovely evening. My friend arrived knitting in hand and the evening was spent with mulled wine, yarn, dumplings, Christmas decorations, hearty chat, some tears (productive) and finally a festive tree and some knit and purled rows.
I rectified its lopsidedness, which caused many to reject it. Everyone needs a good prop up now and then, a helping hand, it can bring out the hidden best. Ah even my tree carries a life lesson for me.
My minou will wake to her usual books replaced by festive tales not read for a year.
She has her very own tree and ‘Alexander’ has even joined in the Christmas cheer with his own hat.
Now my hands show the obligatory Nordic pine rash it is time to retire to bed until the excitement of discoveries tomorrow.
Happy Christmas/festive decorating