Finally feels like winter

I had initially intended to go to Magna Faire this past weekend, with the further intention of entering some costuming thing into the regional faire at the very least, but due to a sick child (not mine; my carpool buddy’s) and lack of enthusiasm on my part, coupled with exhaustion from the Thanksgiving holiday, I bailed.

Ultimately, it was a good decision. Thursday night was a long one. I left work at midnight, as sometimes happens in the middle of a project with crazy deadlines, and then went home early on Friday, drinking a beer at 4pm and not eating or drinking anything else. As one might assume, the next morning I felt rotten, so I sort of wobbled around the kitchen in the process of drinking two full plastic tiki mugs of water. The best part of the day was that I caught the last day of the Islamic calligraphy exhibit at the Carlos museum with a couple of coworkers, and ran into Bob and Crystal, a couple of SCA folks also playing hooky from the event (so busted, all three of us).

The exhibit was gorgeous. Not only did we get to see loads of beautiful calligraphy and calligraphy implements, plus samples of practice calligraphy and assorted scripts, but we also got to see some actual books (one of them extant) and I am confirmed that I have been doing things pretty correctly all along. I  need some better leather and there’s this whole tooling business to learn, but I’m not as far behind or off base as I thought, not even in my endbands! My endbands? The exhibits endbands? All the same! Sweet. I’m also on the hunt for good reed pens and some documentation on burnished paper. I think that might also be part of my future artsci effort.

Then I got the really brilliant idea that the perfect time to go to the drive-in was last night, the first night that the temperature got really cold. In theory, it was a great idea, in practice, it was fun but not so awesome, though I made some rockin’ hot chocolate, and we played Fluffy Bunnies afterward, so nobody was permanently frozen (note to self: next time, more layers, as the comforter from the bed is warm but drafty at the edges). WonderHusband won at 5 marshmallows. I had to quit at three. I was laughing so hard I couldn’t keep them in my mouth.

And I’ve downloaded even more knitting patterns, which I will use sometime whenever, since I am so fast at knitting things. (Speedy the Snail!)

I’m trying to figure out what to do with the Christmas season, since I’m currently caught between two things this year. Culturally, Christmas is important to me. However, this year I celebrated Diwali and I’m not sure where I stand on Christmas. I like going to Christmas Eve mass (it’s comforting), but I don’t know how hard I’m going to try to do it. I really like this new place my life is going, but I’m having a hard time reconciling the rest of it – my family traditions, my cultural history, all that. I’ll find equilibrium, but it’s sort of like being lost in the woods right now. (Christmas puja anybody? How weird is that? Really weird, I know.) I suppose on the upside, I get to enjoy being with family without all that extra added stress.

And there may be a train ride in my future! Yay trains! (And also yay no full-body scanners.)

About HappyGoth

By day, I'm a graphic designer. By night, I'm a knitter. I'm doing my part to keep Hotlanta stylish. I imagine that if you don't already understand the title of the blog, you're probably confused and perhaps slightly annoyed, but never fear - I do have a reason (and it's a good one). Having gone to hear Stephanie Pearl McPhee, and then having been inspired to blog about knitting, I found myself wondering what to call the blog. I recalled a conversation I had with Mouse and the Chicken Goddess about why it is a Bad Idea to anger knitters - this conversation was following SPM, aka the Yarn Harlot telling the assembled throng about Those Who Do Not Understand Knitting and Therefore Belittle It Much to the Chagrin of Others, or TWDNUKTBMCO, which is not the acronym she used but is the one I'm using because I forgot hers - that is, we are numerous and we all have very pointy sticks, easily transforming into an angry mob. Therefore, knitters = angry mob.
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