miss_peachy

My dreams have come true: the iconography of Christmas has been combined with sea creatures of a tentacly nature.
Behold the Christmas card designs of Ernst Haeckel (1904)!!!

Christmas present tip: Nature Discovery is having a sail on glow-in-the-dark stuff! This means that for the low low price of $5 I got to spend my Thursday evening jumping on my bed sticking snowflakes to my ceiling, watching them fall off, re-sticking them and repeating.  They also have space ships, animals, and the usual stars and stuff, but I didn't feel that I could handle 20 giraffes of varying size glowing down on me at night.

Today I got to see L again for the first time in ages - yay! He's just arrived back after about 6 month in the States  plus 'flu and minus long hair, which is a shame. Can I just put this out there to all of you gentlemen; GROW YOUR HAIR LONG! It's infinitely more awesome.
Anyway, that asides, it's great to see him. Soon I'll be kicking his ass at backgammon and drinking ginger beer - it'll be like he never left :)

I've bought myself some red gingham fabric with the intention of making a picnic dress to wear to ruby_vibrations's Christmas shindig tomorrow, but i can't seem to get my head together to really start on it. In fact, despite there being a party on tonight, I'm feeling distinctly unfestive and restless - a weird combination. I suspect that part of it is a lack of anything to wear - oh boo fuckin' hoo. I think  Christmas this year is gonna be a little like that; my family's just too old to get excited anymore. For one, there's only 6 of us all up - my immediate family and my dad's parents. For another, my grandparents are both in their 80s now, and while they've still pretty onto it they're not exactly bursting with festive energy - unless you like pants that come up to your armpits and naps twice daily.
I know having a huge family to buy for and all the social politics that come with it can be a pain in the ass, but at least it's a little more interesting.  And trust me, you get the politics no matter how small a family is - this year I can look forward to the annual stuffing recipe argument, my grandma disaproving of my mum's liberal application of food  to every situation, my granddad's incessant old man jokes, and other assorted mares and scuffles. I like the part that happens usually around 3pm on Christmas day - we have the 'correct usage of a word' argument. This cumulates in my laughing bitterly at the inability of people to see beyond arbitrary human constructions, my dad trying to keep the peace after having lost his temper and my grandma, now drunk and crotchety, slamming her fists on the table and denouncing the argument as 'utter bullshit!' while my granddad drifts in and out of sleep in the corner, hat over face.

Actually, I love my family, and they can be a lot of fun. Maybe I'll just chill the fuck out and enjoy the pina coladas and terrible Christmas cracker jokes. It could go either way.