Life's a Stitch

I have asked my three kids for an indication what they might want for Christmas given the late date: the youngest, age 14, male says "I had that all figured out in September and you told me it was too early and now I have forgotten everything;" The middle, age 19, female has made a detailed list including five novels, clothes and things that already belong to me as in my car and my favourite teapot; finally, the eldest, age 21, female – shoes. I have no idea who she inherited her Imelda like tendencies since I rotate between three pairs of shoes, but shoes are her biggest luxury. Eldest gets points asking me what my list is. I told her I didn’t really have one and she said "You can’t go around buying for everyone else and not have a list your self." She is being very sweet. Practically speaking, I would like a gift certificate to Urban Yarns in Vancouver or the books Knitting Into the Mystery or the Shop On Blossom Street. A very knitterly Christmas.

I’ve been thinking about this, though, and you know what I want for Christmas? An address in England. I have been working on Christmas correspondence and the addresses there are so quaint. Two of my friends have no numbers in their address, except for the postal code. They live in descriptive places: "The Oaks, Tickleberry Traffordshire, Cheesewich." If you’re reading this, Sandra, I’ve changed it slightly to assure your privacy (that’s privacy with a short "i" as in "it").

My husband grew up in a Minnesota town of 600. Everyone lived on rural routes. Now they have addresses with nine digit zip codes. Granted, the town has grown, but the need for a nine digit zip is beyond me. I don’t want a nine digit postal code in my address.

A strange Christmas list item, an address in England, but then again, I’d always wanted a boulder in my garden. Instead, I have one in my basement. They built the house around it. You have to be careful what you ask for.

On the knitting front, I have re-started my Autumn silk cardigan. I’m not posting a photo because I’m not quite as far along as the last pre-frogging picture. Not much knitting time this week!