The most wonderful time of the year

Happy Merry Festikwanukahhmas!

Gifties!

It was Mr. P's birthday, so I made him a chocolate pie. Yum! And lucky me that he was born.


Meanwhile, here are the things I have learned this holiday season:

1. The reason why the word satin is only one letter away from Satan is that satin is of the devil.
2. Glitter? Also of the devil.
3. Pretty much anything in the fabric store your five year old niece would think was awesome? Of. The. Devil.
   

Mr. P came home last night and was alarmed at the glitter covering the cat. He noted that the house looked like a five year old had exploded.


Satin, I have now discovered, is a complete PitA to work with. IT SLIDES. It's slippery. EVEN WHEN PINNED.


On the upside, the only thing left is to get the zipper in. Attached to the slippery satin and glittering overskirt. But almost done. To my eye it looks huge. I used the size five pattern, so it should be her size. Except when I hold it up it looks like it should be for a twelve year old. Maybe she'll still be into princesses when she's twelve?

Helping hands

Mr. Thibbs is pretty sure he knows the best way to finish that paper. He also "helps" with quilting (mostly by knocking bobbins off the table and chasing them), knitting (oh yes, the yarn), and cooking dinner. (Lately this has meant that he thinks water should be added to everything, so he slops all of his water on the floor). But who can resist an adorable ball of purring furry goodness? Even if he is terribly cheeky.