A Dedicated Follower of Fashion

Happy Christmas, Merry Holidays, and all that jazz. If you celebrated I hope you had fun, and if you didn't I hope you had a nice weekend anyway!



(We had Christmas dinner here: the nutty fam was well-behaved, food was acceptable, the spring from the pull-down attic ladder didn't hit me in the face when the whole bar broke and launched said spring right at me, I listened to a lovely reading of A Christmas Carol on the radio, and all the dishes except the roasting pan are washed...which is a not-inconsiderable feat since they're the nice dishes and all hand-wash.)

And to all a good night!

Thanksgiving dinner at our house can be considered a success, I believe. Nothing exploded in the oven, and none of my cousins tried to strangle each other. I didn't do any of the cooking, but I did all the dishes. Twelve people, a lot of dishes. And no, we don't have a dishwasher. Correction: we do. It's the same one that was there when we moved into this house fifteen years ago, and it didn't work then. Doesn't work now, either! My family's pretty much all batshit crazy...but now you know where it comes from! *grin*

Highlights:
~ Cousin S put his elbow in his coffee and managed to get it on half the table and himself.
~ No alcohol, because Aunt S-H is sort of trying to stop being an alcoholic. (I had a gin & tonic after they left.)
~ There was an argument between my stepfather and mother as to whether she had put out too much cream with the coffee, and whether it mattered that we had a sugar bowl that matched the set or not.
~ Cousin M sat on me half the night. (These cousins are all younger than I am, by the way...)
~ Grandma's kind of going deaf, so she kept passing people the wrong dishes. Example: Lil Sis: Pass the gravy? Grandma: Here you go. *hands over the green bean casserole*
~ Our cat bit Cousin A. But he probably deserved it.
~ The word of the night between Mom and Aunt S was "glutenous," because somebody made fun of Aunt S's mashed potatoes and called them glutenous...so every once in a while, one of them would say, "Glutenous!" and make meaningful gestures in the general direction of the potatoes, and both of them would dissolve in giggles.
~ Grandma's apparently not the only one going deaf...as after dinner, they put on The Game (whatever football game was on. I neither knew nor cared) and I SWEAR the neighbors could hear a play-by-play.
~ Grandma kept saying that my boy-cousins need haircuts. It made me giggle. A commercial for the Beatles on iTunes came on, and she said, "I remember when they first came over here...I thought, Well, they need haircuts!" That really made me giggle!

In sewing news, I've finished sewing the cording in the petticoat. Twenty-four rows. Now I just need to put a waistband on...I'd like to finish it by the first of December, but I've only one day off work between now and then, and I'm going spend most of it recovering from a night out with two of my best friends. So...we'll see about that. I'm sure tomorrow, after working eight and a half hours on Black Friday, I'll totally feel like sewing. Or...not.

And That Book padawansguide has recommended to me (more than once, because I'm a slacker)...bought it. And a couple other ones too. I Like Books. And, um, it's, like, almost Black Friday so they could have been on sale! (They weren't.)