It doesn’t get much better than a snow day. We haven’t had one yet, but there’s the potential for snow here tonight and nothing would make Paul’s birthday tomorrow better than for me to have the day off and nothing to do but tromp through the snow and drink cocoa. The idea is so inspiring to me that I’ve been stitching a little snow scene of a girl walking her pup in a wintry landscape. This has been so fun to make so far, to watch the little details bring the picture to life. I’m especially fond of that scarf. The snowy background is kind of slow going, but I’m really eager for the final touch of the piece, which is going to be a liberal sprinkling of white French knots over the whole scene, so that it will look like snow’s falling.
But there won’t be much time for stitching today, as Paul and I are throwing a little party to celebrate both the holidays and his turning 30 tomorrow. I have made enough cookie dough for roughly a gajillion cookies, both sugar and gingerbread, and have also made the cake for a Boston cream pie. Still to do: royal icing for cookies, pastry cream and ganache for Boston cream pie. Oh, and we have to throw lights and ornaments on our little tree, which was about three times the hassle we thought it would be to set up last night. I brought it home from the lot on Thursday evening, and since it wouldn’t fit in the stand we already had, we put it in a bucket of water overnight and then Paul bought a new stand for it yesterday. Then it turned out that it hadn’t been trimmed enough to fit in that stand, so Paul took a hacksaw to it last night, out in the yard in 20-degree weather, and trimmed it till it fit in the stand. But then we didn’t line up the screws with the trunk the right way and the thing toppled over as we were bringing it back inside and we had to try again with the stand. Later, after having swept up Douglas fir needles from all over the downstairs, we recovered our faculties with cocoa that was heavily laced with Kahlua, and at 9 p.m. I finally got around to making cake. But it’s not the holidays if you’re not slightly frazzled and irritable some of the time, right?
Now, all is calm, all is bright. The cat’s purring in my lap for a few more minutes before I kick him off and get dressed to take the birthday guy out to Spudnuts for breakfast. He deserves a blueberry doughnut, for sure.