This week is officially 'Cookie Week'. I love making holiday cookies, even though a whole lot of our favorites don't look at all like holiday cookies. (If I made the shortbreads and spritz and decadent chocolate ones that we all !!!LOVE!!! [love, love, love!!!!] more often than once a year, we'd be in serious trouble with the scale.) So, once a year it is....I go through pounds of butter and sacks of sugar and flour.
I bought it all last week.
When my oven still worked.
In anticipation of this glorious traditional family Christmas marathon....I decided to clean the oven. Not only did it never make it to the 'clean' cycle, but after the door magically 'locked' the way it's supposed to....it refused to unlock....the way it's NOT supposed to.
There are many many many wonderful reasons to live in a small town, but appliance repair is not one of them. Our repairman is scheduled to come between 9 and 10 am on December 18th. (I have a Viking oven...this guy is the only one in town who does repairs on it!)
So, to get myself out of the holiday baking funk...I've been casting on a whole lot of stars...
I cast on a Madalynn cowl; I knit this pattern several years ago and it's been my go-to-favorite-cowl. I have an extremely knit-worthy friend who will now get this for Christmas instead of her birthday in August. And then, Taproot came.....and I!HAD!TO!CAST!ON!THE!KNUSA!SHAWL!!!; just last week I ripped apart a sweater--- the yarn I rescued will be perfect for it---and I don't believe in coincidences. This was destiny.
I really didn't have time to make cookies this week anyway!
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Reading: Taproot, of course. I have every issue of this magazine and I know every time one arrives, I say it's the best one yet. This issue? THE BEST ONE YET....!!!! Really.
Listening: The Year of Living Danishly: uncovering the secrets of the world's happiest country. I now know what all the hype and hygge is about. Love it.
Just finished: Fredrik Backman's (Man Called Ove) And Every Morning the Road Home Gets Longer and Longer This little novella is simply a gem. A single sitting-memoir about the relationship between Backman's son and Backman's dad as his dad sinks deeper and deeper into dementia. So far, this might be my 'book of the year'.