“Wake at dawn with a winged heart and give thanks for another day of loving." (Lebanese poet Kahlil Gibran)
Does anyone write thank you notes anymore? I do, and I know my sister has taught her kids to write them. Even when they were really little, they would dictate them to her and she would write them. Some were so cute! My friend Kristin also writes thank you notes in the voice of her 1-year-old and I'm sure he'll be writing them as soon as he is able. This is a practice I would like my children to acquire early on.
I haven't written my Christmas ones yet, but I wanted to post some of my awesome gifts, especially the ones related to my creative pursuits. The most creative gift was this purse made from an old book ("Heidi," of course!) that my sister gave me. You might recall that I collect Heidi books. The artist, Caitlin from Rebound Designs, did a beautiful job, though I'm mad now that I see how much sister paid. Of course, my immediate thought is, "I could make that!" Don't be surprised if I try! The purse is sitting on the most adorable apron from my in-laws from my fave store that I never shop at: Anthropologie. Thanks, Marge and Ed (and Trish for picking it out). I wore it around the house in Philadelphia, even though I wasn't cooking!
I also had two knitting book gifts: My sister-in-law gave me Yarn Harlot: The Secret Life of a Knitter, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee's first book. And she's not even a knitter! Thanks, Trish! My mom also lent me her copy of the Yarn Harlot's latest, Stephanie Pearl-McPhee Casts Off. Finally my Aunt Pat gave me No Sheep for You: Knit Happy with Cotton, Silk, Linen, Hemp, Bamboo and Other Delights by Amy Singer, which I can't wait to start reading. Will share more about that book later. Thanks, Aunt Pat!
The biggest gift was a weekend ski trip from my parents for our family. Here are some photos of us at Granite Peak in Wausau, Wisconsin. The hill was awesome and the weather perfect on the first day. But Sunday was rainy, so we decided not to ski and left after a nice brunch (gift from my sister and brother-in-law--Thanks!)
That's my parents. (My dad is very proud of his bright blue cowboy hat from the 1970s with pins from all the places he's skied.) I'm proud of them for still skiing even though they're in the mid-60s! They get a senior discount, and they should! Photo below is my sister's kids on the chairlift. They are all great skiers (at 10, 12, and 15) and got along really well this weekend.
On the way home, Ed and I just missed a huge multi-car pileup accident on the 90 just south of Madison. At least two people died in this accident and we were only nine cars away from it. We were driving in really heavy fog and had just remarked that this is the kind of weather that results in those huge pileups, when we saw brake lights and slowed down to a complete stop. After awhile, we saw people walking so went up and saw that just nine cars ahead of us was the last car in the pileup in the ditch. We were stuck on the freeway for over three hours, but I wasn't complaining, because I was grateful to be alive with an untotaled car.