1. Pouch for Anne-Marie (18 months ago)
2. Cushions for Mr Golightly's Big Sis (17 months ago)
3. Cushions for Lyndsey (6 months ago)
8. Cushion for MGF Kaz (who knows, so long ago I've forgotten)
10. Christmas Scarf for Clare in the UK. Started but nowhere near ready.
11. Christmas Gift for Gill in the UK. Not even started.
13. Welcome gift for Clare's baby (not even started).
Wow. See what you can produce if you don't have to go to work, Gentle Readers? Although I've now been off for 11 days, it doesn't feel like I've achieved much, although I have sorted out a bunch of stuff which is going into the roof pending the re-opening of the local high school - apparently they're always looking for dressmaking fabric, and I have a bunch of stuff which is not good enough to keep, and certainly not bad enough to put in the recycling... so come February, that's where it's going.
School holidays, I hear you ask? February? For those Gentle Readers who live in the other half of the planet, I'm in the other other half. This is the half where it's summer right now, albeit cold & rainy, and school holidays start towards mid-December and run until the end of January. Just like you up there, we make our kids go to school when it's cold & wet :-))
In other news of no relevance, I had a birthday. It ended in a zero. I'm now officially middle-aged, although I quite like Cordelia Naismith's* version of middle age, which is "always 10 years older than you are".
That's what's left of my surprise dessert croquembouche, with vanilla bean ice-cream. It was delicious, and having the whole restaurant singing along to "Happy Birthday" was lovely - it's a bit of a tradition in our local Italian Restaurant, everybody sings when a sparkler-encrusted dessert item wends its way out of the kitchen - that way we all get to join in the fun, if not the food.
Sadly, I had to drive home, so my intake of a fabulous Shiraz from 2003 was somewhat limited - it's sitting in a cool dark place waiting for another opportunity... which will be tonight, when we're zipping up to MBF's house for pizza - is it a crime against wine to drink a Gold Medal winning wine with pizza? Hey, now that I'm 50, I'm breaking all the rules, not just the wine rules. White wine with beef, red wine with pizza, socks with sandals, sling-back heels with panty hose, high heels with trousers that are too short, sock with heels, black bras under white shirts, showing my bra straps... wow, can't you tell I'm old? When I was a teenager (last century, no less), you were a real moll if you let your straps show. Phew.
Anyway, I'm going to put my lederhosen and wig on now, and go & watch India and Australia in the cricket. Nicely multicultural, that's me. Ciao!
*copyright Lois McMaster Bujold, some time ago.