My son reliably informs me that there’s only 5 more sleeps until Christmas – I’m wondering how I can fit in making the following:

Finishing a cowl in 4ply (seemed like a good idea at the time)

making fingerless gloves and hat to match a scarf already made for grandad

scarf in fun fashion wool

2 x hot water bottle covers (late special order)

sewing up at least 2 of the 5 bags I’ve got cut out

sew up 2 tasselled hats (for adults!)

finding and adding some pearl buttons to my mum’s present

making a start on the none too small pile of editing I have to do ‘over the holiday’

write the last Christmas cards for the neighbours

make my traditional rum truffles (let alone the fudge I usually make but I’ve already decided not to)

WRAP presents (buy the wrapping paper in the first place).

A little stressed, maybe.

Then I received this today:

I was forwarded this poem written by Nancy Massaroni. Enjoy!


`Twas the night before Christmas and all around me
Was unfinished knitting not under the tree.
The stockings weren’t hung by the chimney with care
`Cause the heels and toes had not a stitch there.
The children were nestled all snug in their beds,
But I had not finished the caps for their heads.
Dad was asleep; he was no help at all,
And the sweater for him was six inches too small,
When out on the lawn there arose such a clatter
I put down my needles to see what was the matter.
Away to the window I flew like a flash,
Tripped over my yarn and fell down with a crash.
The tangle of yarn that lay deep as the snow
Reminded me how much I still had to go.
Out on my lawn I heard such a noise,
I thought it would wake both Dad and the boys.
And though I was tired, my brain a bit thick,
I knew in a moment it must be St Nick.
But what I heard then left me perplex-ed,
For not a name I heard was what I expected,
“Move, Ashford! Move, Lopi! Move, Addi and Clover!
Move, Reynolds! Move Starmore! Move Froelich –move over
Paton, don’t circle ’round; stand in the line.
Come now, you sheep will work out just fine!
I know this is hard; it’s just your first year,
I’d hate to go back to eight tiny reindeer.”
I peered over the sill; what I saw was amazing,
Eight wooly sheep on my lawn all a-grazing.
And then, in a twinkle, I heard at the door
Santa’s feet coming across the porch floor.
I rose from my knees and got back on my feet,
And as I turned ’round St Nick I did meet.
He was dressed all in wool from his head to his toe,
And his clothes were hand knit from above to below.
A bright Fairisle sweater he wore on his back,
And his toys were all stuffed in an Aran knit sack.
His cap was a wonder of bobbles and lace
A beautiful frame for his rosy red face.
The scarf ’round his neck could have stretched for a mile,
And the socks peeking over his boots were Argyle.
The back of his mittens bore an intricate cable.
And suddenly on one I espied a small label,
“S.C.” was duplicate stitched on the cuff,
And I asked, “Hey, Nick, did you knit all this stuff?”
He proudly replied, “Ho, ho, ho, yes I did.
I learned how to knit when I was a kid.”
He was chubby and plump, a quite well-dressed old man,
And I laughed to myself, for I’d thought up a plan.
I flashed him a grin and jumped up in the air,
And the next thing he knew, he was tied to a chair,
He spoke not a word, but looked in his lap
Where I’d laid my needles and yarn for a cap.
He quickly began knitting, first one cap then two,
For the first time I thought I might really get through.
He put heels in the stockings and toes in some socks.
While I sat back drinking scotch on the rocks.
So quickly like magic his needles they flew
That he was all finished by quarter to two.
He sprang for his sleigh when I let him go free,
And over his shoulder he looked back at me,
And I heard him exclaim as he sailed past the moon,
“Next year start your knitting sometime around June!”



Feeling pretty low today so I thought I’d cheer myself up by going through the fabric I purchased at the weekend – there’s more than I remember buying.




The best bit is sorting through and working otu what I’m going to make with it. I have lots of ideas – and will hopefully have chance to bring them to life in the next few days.

Today’s the day that my bags should be in the Etsy showcase.

Have a look and see if you can spot any of the bags I’ve blogged about – including the one I made last night (first photo below). If you like them ‘heart’ them and feel free to leave a comment here.

Which is your favorite?

I’ve started an Etsy shop. And while I don’t profess to have the skill of some of the other people on there I hope that you will stop by and have a look at my wares.

Many of the items that I talk about in my blog will eventually appear there (once they have been perfected). At the moment there are some bags and some hair clips similar to the one’s featured in my posts about wedding dilemmas.

The shop can be found by visiting RhodesAnnalsDesigns (Rhodes is my maiden name and I should hopefully be selling some of my sister’s fantastic cards and jewellery in the future).

Even if you don’t like my stuff you are bound to find something you like in the many stores on Etsy – don’t be put of by the fact it is in US$ – many sellers are from the UK.

Any suggestions or requests are most welcome.

I seem to have started another stash:

the other side of 'the chair'
the other side of
the other side of the chair that ‘hides’ my knitting stash.
Then last weekend I bought some more:


and what do the bags contain? – I thought I’d better get it all out and take stock:
FABRIC! I didn’t mean to but some of it is gorgeous:
I’d better make some more bags then …..