7
My lucky number has always been seven and so I'm hoping that this year will be a lucky one for me, and indeed for you. It's been a slightly surreal few months in the flib household and will probably go on in that fashion, certainly in the short term as there's much to be sorted out.
I had decided that one of my new year's resolutions would be to build up my blog. I suppose this means getting a bigger readership - and then I thought, well, if people want to read it, or to comment, then they will. It should really be more important to be creating it rather than to be finding out who's reading it. It should probably also tie in with another of my objectives, which is to be more open and honest with people. It is my intention to make more connections, both in person and online. Brace yourselves. And come on down to the party!
Another resolution is to make things for myself this year as I seem to end up giving nearly everything away as gifts. Ironically I'm knitting socks for XH still (thanks to Pauline I think I did finally figure out the crappy pattern) and just started an emergency pair of Louisa Harding fingerless mittens for XMIL, who belatedly sent me a Christmas present, the Cath Kidston knitting roll, which I was touched to receive. I was so behind with my Christmas gift-making this year, when I arrived at Shannon on Christmas Eve, I immediately got my knitting out of my case as at that point I had completed 1 1/4 of four mittens, the intended presents for my grandmothers. Admittedly it involved being up and click-clacking at 8.00am the following morning, but I did have two pairs knitted, pressed, sewn and wrapped by 12.30 just in time for lunch and arrival of matriarchs.
I'm following up contacts about finding a new job - though as someone said at knitting group today 'So presumably you'll be looking for something four and a half days a week excluding Tuesday mornings' - wouldn't that be nice! I spent New Year's Eve with a dear couple who I met through XH and had such great craic getting hammered (not something I do that often) and talking rubbish (all the time, you know it) and they very kindly told me that they have complete faith that I'll have a wonderful year and will succeed at anything I choose to do, which made me all teary. I do hope that they are right, and now I just have to find something to direct my energies towards.
I'm glad I have my family's inbuilt resourcefulness to depend on. This was the delicious Christmas cake that we had on Christmas Day, after my Mum's always fabulous and ridiculously enormous lunch and then steamed date pudding in place of Christmas pud, which most of us except my dad was pleased about... along with this creation, it originally started off as the top tier of the wedding cake which my father made for us eighteen months ago. We'd kept it 'for the baby's christening', as tradition dictates. You know what, re-iced, with some seasonal decoration, it tasted much better this time around. It's all about refocussing, isn't that the truth? Wishing you all lots of luck for 2007 - and hope to hear more from all of you. x
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