Christmas was good, and the next day Dennis and I drove down to Santa Cruz to spend the night. The weather was kind of bleh, all drizzly and gray, which is probably why I reacted the way I did to the In-Room Jacuzzi sign when we pulled up to our cheap motel. Not a difficult decision at all; the place was nearly deserted and they gave us a good rate on the upgrade. The tub was huge - one of those corner ones that holds two happy people and their hastily-purchased rubber duck. The trip really wasn't what we had planned - we got a late start, we decided we didn't want to deal with the crowds to go to the movies in the afternoon as we had planned, and the places we wanted to eat were closed. But everything still worked out great, and it turned out that what my body needed more than anything was multiple rounds of serious tub soaking. We sprawled on the bed and read magazines and my fun retro Christmas book for most of the evening, between soaks. We had planned to go to the Monterey Bay Aquarium the next day, but the weather was worse and we decided to just get home, after a really tasty breakfast. Mine involved hollendaise sauce. Mmmmmm.
The trip was our Christmas present to each other, although Dennis also got a partially-finished sweater, because everyone loves that. I've been working on it since the women's retreat in November, but only finished the front and back and half of a sleeve by Christmas. It's the Very Manly Sweater from Stitch-n-Bitch, done in charcoal grey heather wool. It's going to look amazing on him once I, you know, finish it.
And, of course, I got to see the fairy godchild and her parents and that rocked like a hurricaine. It had only been six weeks or so since I had seen her, but her vocabulary has really expanded (water! outside! NO!). I had some of the leftover bubbles from the goody bags we handed out Christmas Eve (yes, the bottles have snowman heads and say "Jesus Loves You Snow Much!" I don't want to talk about it.) at my desk, and amused her this afternoon by blowing tons of bubbles. I didn't finish her present, either, but she is fifteen months old and things are exciting whenever they happen in her world.
One present I did finish was a set of Godzilla Mittens for Leigh.
They're adapted from the Later Gator mitts from Stitch-n-Bitch Nation - vague and confusing directions for how I did that are here.
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