Christmas Eve with a friend at a cozy little Italian place. My sister, in an effort to bring a sense of culture to my uncivilized ways, has been schooling me on the finer points of red wine. I'm slow and can't remember what she tells me. But this house Chianti was
g o o d. I know that.
Earlier, a Christmas Eve gift of flowers arrived on my doorstep. Fortunately they came with a vase because all the vases at Moss Cottage have gone missing. A recipe also arrived for Sauerkraut Soup which I'm planning to make this week.
This is what my kitchen table looks like. Chaos. I'm finally running low on red thread. The only time I change the thread on my machine is when it runs out. That's how lazy I am. Ummm well if I was making myself a pair of white party pants I guess I could change the thread. You know…to white.
Starting on the 5th of January I'll be broadcasting live blogging from Merida in the Yucatan. A surrogate mother is moving into Moss Cottage to keep the cat posse out of mischief. I doubt it'll do much good. It usually doesn't.