Just call me *Super*twinkletoes

[mrissa]

I am wearing sparkly pink Superman socks.

Generally I am opposed to pink. But! Sparkly pink Superman socks! This is different from ordinary pink. Also there are blue ones, which are striped sparkly blue Superman socks. Do you understand? The words "sparkly" and "Superman" have so long belonged in proximity, and now here they are, together at last, gently warming my feet.

I love Christmas.

I am not wearing sparkly pink Superman socks, drinking tea, eating chocolates, and reading the new Michael Chabon book. But I could. Because that's what I've gotten in the mail so far for Christmas. Actually it's only part of what I've gotten in the mail so far for Christmas. For why? Because I am spoiled. In one of the cases, I honestly thought that the box was something I'd ordered for someone else, and I opened it early so that I could wrap it, only to find out that it was all for meeeeee, no wrapping required. The other box I eyed carefully. The return address was a friend. I had not asked the friend to make anything for me to give to anyone else. "Perhaps it's perishable," I said finally. "I had better open it now and not wait, in case it's perishable. We wouldn't want it to spoil. Or, I know! Perhaps she has sent something to me to give to the godkids! I must open it, in case I am to surprise the godkids with it! Won't someone please think of the godkids!"

It was not for the godkids.

I love Christmas.

I have triumphed over four rolls of wrapping paper in the last two days. Three of them were partial rolls leftover from last year. Still, seven at one blow! Er, I mean, four in two days! And I'm not done wrapping yet. Not by a long shot.

Sometimes in years past I've asked what gift you're most excited about giving this year. Each year there are more people on my gift list reading this lj, so I can no longer say what these exciting gifts are. I'm pretty excited about the godkids' presents, though, and the niecelet's, and ksumnersmith's, and a component of what we're giving my grands. And I'm pretty satisfied with other folks' presents in a less exciting way. So what are you excited about giving this year? or, if your loved ones read this lj, whose present?

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[writingortyping.livejournal.com]

I'm mostly excited about the few handknit items I've made, especially the light kid mohair scarf for my grandmother. I've never knit anything for her before, as she is very picky and NOT the type of person to think something is just dandy because it was made for her. But mom helped me pick pattern and yarn when she was with us for Thanksgiving, so much better odds there (not guaranteed, but still).

I'm also excited about my mother in-law's felted slippers, as I made her a pair last year and she loved them so much she Wore. Them. Out. And then she requested another pair, with a couple of modifications. I went and made them double-thick as well.

Since grandma and MIL are my two toughest present-nuts to crack, I'm feeling cautiously optimistic.

If you want handknit socks, I can also provide.... especially if you want thick, chunky boot-socks. I could whip those out in a coupla days.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

I am all about thick, chunky boot-socks, but this in no way should be considered a demand of any kind.

(A coupla days. Dang. I should remember that I consistently underestimate serious knitters.)

[writingortyping.livejournal.com]

Speed emerges with the thicker yarn and the smaller feet. Thinner yarn and husband-style feet? Much, much longer.

If I thought anyone were demanding handknits from me, I would suddenly become rather politely deaf. If one is not dealing in sparkles, does a Mrissa prefer purply shades? It seems that purply shades have been popular on Mrissas in the past. Otherwise, preferences shall be most happily entertained, since WoTs prefer to deal in colors that are satisfactory* to the recipient.

Also, a measurement around the ball of the foot and absolute measurement of foot standing on the ground make for the best-fitting socks.

*Family joke: "satisfactory" is a superlative.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

(This is a joke? Lady, I'm from Minnesota. "Satisfactory" as a superlative is a way of life.)

Purply is good. Bluey, greeny, browny, purpley, whatever. No pink. The pink of this entry is an extremely special case. And no yellow. Otherwise I am a quite flexible Mris.

What means "absolute measurement of foot standing on the ground"?

[writingortyping.livejournal.com]

(Yes, but when my alzheimers-addled grandfather referred to my then recently-deceased grandmother as someone who had been a "satisfactory wife," it gained an additional layer of wry in our little family circle.)

No pink, no yellow.

Absolute measurement = take tape measure, lay on ground. Place Mrissish foot with heel at 0" and stand (placing normal weight on foot). How many inches to longest toe?

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

It looks like 9.5" absolute measurement unless I'm morning-addled in some way.

I did it on a ruler, though; I will be borrowing my mom's tape measure for the foot circumference tonight.

[mrissa.livejournal.com]

8.75" circumference: I said, "Oh, duh, we have ribbon and a ruler, I'll just put ribbon around and then measure how long that is."