Writing this, my cheeks are still flushed from an evening in the cold. We spent the evening at a Christmas Market in a neighboring village where we imbibed a little Gluehwein, ate delicious German food, and were all entranced by some live music. What is it that makes live music so special? There's a connection between you and the singers, much more so than songs played on the radio. Even when the music was covers of American pop, there was a magic in the air that we all could feel. The baby expressed that feeling by taking a hearty nap, right there in front of the show. My toddler danced, and my husband and I swayed to the beat of the drums, tired after a very long day of parenting little girls.
Christmas, Yule, Solstice, however you refer to it, it's rushing towards us. As the buttons in our little advent calendar fill up the slots for each day, I'm beginning to do a little bit of panicking. This Waldorf doll I started in October for my soon-to-be-three-year-old is just barely nearing completion. She still needs a full outfit (though her sweater is on the needles and almost complete, so at least she will have a toasty torso). The hair was just finished today and you can see the interesting wig cap I sewed using Sew Liberated's tutorial before I attached all the hair. Next time I think I'll crochet a long chain instead of a braid, but otherwise it was a brilliant idea for a non-knitted/crocheted wig cap.
I still need to concoct a Waldorf sack doll for my baby girl, lest she feel left out on Christmas morning, although I'm sure she will mostly content herself with the wrapping paper and ribbons. That's the messiest most magical part of the day, isn't it? I guess it is, unless you're the person cleaning it up, hehe. I also had grand plans to knit something special for my husband, but time is running out, and the time after the children go to bed has been chock full of Waldorf doll making, leaving little time for anything else! I'll have to see what kind of madwoman crafting I can pull off in the coming weeks. Of course, in my delusional state of parenthood, It's seemed perfectly reasonable to spin a little fleece, get out my watercolors, and acquire some absolutely amazing locally farmed and spun wool. What better motivation to finish these dolls, than to cast on a cozy new knit with that sheepy brown yarn?
Cheerful making and crafting to you all! Hug your people tight and be a shining light of kindness this holiday season and always. You never know who needs something so small as a smile.