I’m not quite sure how to write about Christmas, now I’m here typing about it. Too often I wonder about pictures and articles that harp on about decorations that seem to worry too much about appearances: it’s like a “my Christmas was way more beautiful and tasteful than yours” competition. Which is funny, if you think about it, because then people go stick weird shit on their cars or outside their houses and expect people to say the same thing. And some might, don’t get me wrong. I’m just not sure I would.
Now, here’s OUR version of events and let’s see how it compares with the perfectionist’s out there.
We spent the eve of Christmas Eve with friends over a traditional summer barbeque with the empties tossed aside in a tub. Our children were delighted – no, ECSTATIC – to be given a large Puffle toy each. Puffles, I’m not sure if you know, are all the rage at the moment (or at least they are at our school), and are associated with Club Penguin (smart marketing there Disney, sucking even more children into your clutches!). Someone asked me what a Puffle was weeks ago (complete with the expletive) and, once I had explained, swore they were ugly and would not have one in his house.
Later he bought one for each of his children.
As for the cat, if you can tell by her expression in the photo, the pricked-up ears give it away, she is both alert AND alarmed by the apparition of these creatures.
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Gingerbread making is an old tradition in our family and my mother cleverly made miniature sized version for the kids to decorate. I was a little tired of the formula so decided to make a Borg Cube instead. You can’t see it very well in the above shot, and I know you’re just dying to see it up close (AREN’T YOU?!) so here you go:
Some called it an abomination. Others just patted my head condescendingly, using platitudes straight out of a teacher’s report card writing handbook (“good effort, Karen; well done for giving it a go”). The men of the household were in utter disbelief I would tarnish the good reputation of Lego by using it in such a questionable way and I replied, “Hey, blame PINTEREST. I got the idea from there in the first place!”
It’s been eaten, by the way. So obviously it still tasted all right. The Lego was a bit of an issue to get off, but that’s a minor detail, folk. Minor!
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Here are my books:
You can’t really see from the picture, but The Art of Looking Sideways is a monster full of:
… anecdotes, quotations, images, curious facts and useless information, oddities, serious science, jokes, memories – all concerned with the interplay between the verbal and the visual, and the limitless resources of the human mind.
Miscellany, basically! All concerned with sparking creativity and celebrating it. Just what this blog seeks – in its own way – to do. Note the Rodney Hall from this post!
Oh, one last thing:
Score!
Now I get to procrastinate on an even BIGGER screen!
What did you get for Christmas? Are you into your summer reading yet? What are you reading?
