The Christmas holidays are officially here. The weather is definitely christmassy, a layering of snow everywhere and minus temperatures, making cosying up not only necessary but very appealing.
I'm finally beginning to relax after the long Silly Season and started to curl up in front of the TV with the kids this afternoon. I love that it's dark so early at this time of year and all that needs to be done is unwinding and taking it easy. Out with the knitting and a bottle of red and life is as perfect as it needs to be.
And this year, Ruby has decided to share with me the ritual of winter knitting (not the bottle of red, I hasten to add). She wanted to learn last year, but gave up almost as soon as I'd cast on for her.
Another year on and I can't believe how she's taken to it. Last year I virtually worked every stitch with her, making it a very frustrating process for me not being able to do any of my own creating. A year later and it's a totally different story. Ruby has been completely committed and has been seen today sidling off quietly, never normally in her vocabulary, by herself, an absolute unheard of, to do just a few more rows.