i’m climbing out of my january hole. it was somewhat crazy.
it started off with my best friend meeting me & the mister at penn station as we trained our way back north from d.c. christmas. she flew in from santiago and roamed around nyc for a few hours before we got there.
someone is tiiiiiiired. and yes, we all three were sitting in two amtrak chairs. personal space is not really our thing.
we came to some good old fashioned vermont snow.
an temperatures.
and a christmas vergennes laundry stag
no filter, just an amazing winter sky. this was at 3:30. le sigh.
the kids all tuckered out from a new years eve day of skiing. they have very serious faces eh? the world from our frosty windows. very “little house on the prairie.”
january is also our friend joyce’s birthday. happy birthday joyce! it was group effort birthday cake. eddie made the smooth white base layer for us, and mariana and i frosted the rest! the ever so nice people at blue bird tavern bbq were really sweet and held it in the back for us. it might be the best thing i’ve ever made.
[our waiter even said that it was the best looking homemade cake they’d ever seen.]
on a beautiful day in january, i was convinced to do the impossible/inevitable. i went skiing. to be fair i stuck to the magic carpet most of the day. mariana and eddie hung out with me in shifts, talking me down the bunny hill. till they convinced me to go down a really hill. bad choice. i “went down the hill” with my skis tucked into mariana’s and my arms wrapped around her waist while eddie skied ahead of us while laughing his curly ass off at me. all parties have to end. mariana had to go back to chile. boo.
one of my cloud puffs at home in santiago summer.
and then things got crazy. german class 5 days a week for 2 hours a day, then german lunch, and german movie night, and german cake & coffee hour. then of course about 3 hours of homework every night. then i was teaching my own graphic design class 9 hours a week. and i was working on a freelance book. and i made all the following things as an outlet to forget the crazy.
my dad called me before christmas and asked me to make him “a muffler.” huh? like an turn of the century hand warmer? “no, like the wool thing that wrap around your neck.” oh, you mean a scarf. have you been reading dickens? “don’t make fun of me. english isn’t my first language.” fair point dad.
my first attempt at seed stitches.
he wanted it to be “cheerful”
a scarf for my sister. she lives in Texas, so she needs a lighter weight scarf. cloud pot holders! i love them if i do say so myself.
fertig.