illusions

Don’t part with your illusions. When they are gone you may still exist, but you have ceased to live.

– Mark Twain

One thing for certain is that I’ll never, ever part with my dreams of experiencing new skills or taking up past ones and trying to do better. I’m on cloud nine, because the big Xmas present this year is a new computer. The old one had a corrupted file that made it impossible for me to convert little movies for the web. I found that playing with codecs was not a good thing. I should have read up more on the subject before diving in like a drunken non-swimmer. But, I held myself accountable and admitted to my error. Anyway, c’est ici, the new HP laptop. I love it. Now I can morph away!

I went to a cookie exchange and had a good time. My culinary skills lack considerably, but I managed to bake six dozen snowy almond cookies. I used the convection feature on my oven and was delightfully surprised that they turned out. It was a fine feeling to know that six dozen cookies can be baked in one fell swoop. Should anyone get invited to a cookie exchange, you would be wise to ask how many people are invited. I had heard that one gal had to bake 13 dozen cookies for one gathering. She was in the kitchen for three days.

Christmas is one week away. My grocery list is manageable. Our traditional meal is standing rib roast and Yorkshire pudding. Yorkshire pudding is one huge or individual popovers drenched in fat. Yes, it’s going down cholesterol alley, but that’s my holiday travel. Other side dishes will be mashed potatoes, au jus,(not a dish but necessary) and Brussel sprouts, and lots of cookies for dessert.

what’s the point?

One should either be a work of art, or wear a work of art. ~Oscar Wilde

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What’s the point is my work of art. This is the first scarf that I’ve knitted in finger weight yarn. Finger weight is 8 stitches to the inch.  It was a test of patience.  I could knit the whole 450 plus yard ball of yarn or stop at my discretion.  I was tempted to stop around 18 inches in length, because I thought, oh, this would be a good neck warmer. However, when I saw the different patterning and colors of my crazy Zauberball yarn, my curiosity got the better of me.  I persisted until it reached 60 inches. Its design would have been obscured as a short neck warmer, and a longer length would have tripped me up. And, what’s the point of that? 🙂