Happy Betwixmas my lovelies!
In case you missed the previous two posts, it's been 10 years since CBC and I got married and I wrote blog posts every day of Christmas from my first year of marriage!
I thought it would be fun to share them but I left it a bit late so I will share two each day until twelfth night!
We woke really late after swing dancing so late and I confess I was in a complete grump. I had a headache after such a late night. Stomping around teh house, preparing to go round to a friend's, I was obviously not fun to be around so my husband called me to join him over by his computer where he was checking his e-mails.
"What?" I huffed, sitting down grumpily.
"I've got something to cheer you up," he smiled at me encouragingly, immediately makign me feel guilty for being so stroppy. "Oh?" I enquired, thawing a little. He handed me a tiny wrapped cube box which was remarkably hard to unwrap. "Use enough sellotape?" I muttered as my stubby fingernails scrabbled uselessly against the inpenetrable parcel.
Eventually, the target was breached and I opened a black velvet box to reveal a ring consisting of 5 very thin bands in varied shades of gold from silvery white gold through shades of yellow to rose gold. I was sure I'd seen it on a blog before in someone's wishlist, perhaps the Twobirds or Alex Oddsocks or perhaps just something on Etsy? It was very pretty and I worried it had cost a lot. "Look, it seperates into 5 tiny rings" he showed me, eagerly pulling apart the stacking rings. "You can wear just one or any combination!" he continued.
He doesn't usually buy me jewellery so it certainly was a surprise. And as I sat there playing wiht my gold rings, I suddenly noticed that my bad mood had dissipated. That did well once again. Five days in, I wondered if he'd manage to keep up the originality in his daily gifts.
This morning, the family and I enjoyed a particularly fine breakfast, courtesy of my husband's Christmas creativity. I came down to breakfast first with my father-in-law and enjoyed a small bowl of porridge. Suddenly, my husband bounded in through the front door, slamming it carelessly as he did so. He handed me a rather large egg box, unwrapped.
I opened the box and inside, found 6 large goose eggs Atop each of these was a knitted egg-cosy made to resemble a goose! Admittedly, they did look a bit duck-like and were all white with white necks and little stubby wings with orange beaks and black pin-stitch eyes. As I carefully lifted one of these eggs dressed in its egg cosy, I laughed out loud as it did genuinely look like an enormous egg was coming out of the goose's bottom!
Once the entire family was down, we cooked up a large pan of scrambled eggs and a pile of buttered toast with a generous pot of tea and sat down to breakfast together. Such a luxury to sit down to a breakfast with those I love. I'm definitely trying to avoid thinking about the return to work when breakfast is a hasty 5-minute porridge-gobble.We all had a good laugh at those egg cosies and sat them atop the slightly more modest looking hen eggs that were sitting on the worktop. Hmmm, 6 hens a laying doesn't sound quite so funny.