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daemonlunaLet's see. Volunteered to do keyword indexing on a local history type project. Sent out a bunch of resumes. Trying to figure out where to put a tree.
We're still undecided as to real tree-fake tree. My first instinct is to get a real one. Mmm, pine-y. but there's the shedding needles and the furry ones trying to climb it. I have found a solution to the tinsel dilemna, however.
After Halloween, when I took down a string of plastic skeletons, Minnow decided that she needed to chew on them. So eventually, I took it away and threw it out. Upon which, she coughed up a hairball and half a plastic skeleton leg. Stupid cat. So tinsel is definitely a no-go, considering that she thinks ribbon on presents is there for her to chew on.
So I was quite thrilled to find, in the museum gift shop, Victorian tin icicles. They're twisted strips of tin, and look like this, and should work quite nicely.
And some seasonal reading--if you're dreading spending part of the holidays with relatives you can't stand, head into the kids' novels, and pick up The True Story of Christmas by Anne Fine. Find out how a Christmas quiz got Ralph banished to his room on Christmas Day, how this is the fault of cousin Titania and her fairy dances, and why Uncle Tristam is giving out bricks.
Then, if you're ready to handle something a bit less jaded but with some gorgeous illustrations, look for The House of Wooden Santas by Kevin Major.
Now I'm thinking of all sorts of seasonal books. More to follow, I'm sure.
We're still undecided as to real tree-fake tree. My first instinct is to get a real one. Mmm, pine-y. but there's the shedding needles and the furry ones trying to climb it. I have found a solution to the tinsel dilemna, however.
After Halloween, when I took down a string of plastic skeletons, Minnow decided that she needed to chew on them. So eventually, I took it away and threw it out. Upon which, she coughed up a hairball and half a plastic skeleton leg. Stupid cat. So tinsel is definitely a no-go, considering that she thinks ribbon on presents is there for her to chew on.
So I was quite thrilled to find, in the museum gift shop, Victorian tin icicles. They're twisted strips of tin, and look like this, and should work quite nicely.
And some seasonal reading--if you're dreading spending part of the holidays with relatives you can't stand, head into the kids' novels, and pick up The True Story of Christmas by Anne Fine. Find out how a Christmas quiz got Ralph banished to his room on Christmas Day, how this is the fault of cousin Titania and her fairy dances, and why Uncle Tristam is giving out bricks.
Then, if you're ready to handle something a bit less jaded but with some gorgeous illustrations, look for The House of Wooden Santas by Kevin Major.
Now I'm thinking of all sorts of seasonal books. More to follow, I'm sure.
