The 28th & 29th; There is a tiny dog!
The 28th of December.
Today is what the festive season is all about. Catching up with old friends, and a family outing.
This morning, I wrote up a blog post, and practised knitting and purling. I think I'm going to be doing a lot of that, because if I want to make jumpers, I need to be able to do it well. I also need to practise what to do if I drop a stitch.
Lauren came over just after lunch, and we had a lovely afternoon catching up on life while half-watching Happy Feet 2. We think we went to see it in the cinema, but have absolutely no memory of anything that happened. It is a very confusing film, especially when you're not paying full attention. Her mum joined us, having been to the Jewellery Quarter to have a ring resized, and Mommy came back from Grandma's shortly afterwards, so they got to have a chat too. I think they both see Lauren and I as respective adoptive daughters. Appropriate, as I do call Lauren my baby sis. Love her so much.
This evening, we had a trip to The REP to see The Wizard of Oz. We didn't fancy the panto this year, but had heard good things about this production and they were correct! They've been very imaginative and clever with the staging, modernised the songs a little, gender flipped a couple of characters, and there is a tiny dog! The only bad thing about the evening was that someone behind me sniffed all through the second half, and as we were leaving, a woman coughed on my neck. Hopefully I do not catch anything from either of them.
The 29th of December.
Today was a rest day. I am enveloped in very cosy knitwear, and have spent most of my day working on hope to make my own. I'm pretty good at stocking stitch, but my ribbing leaves something to be desired. We're not sure what I'm doing wrong, so Mommy is going to watch me do it and see if she can figure it out. I've ordered a circular needles set, with interchangeable ends, so I can try one of the basic jumper patterns I've already got.
My only other activity today has been starting off a piece of writing about this year. I'm trying not to make it too depressing.