H and I started dating the day after Thanksgiving, 2005. (This was nearly exactly 5 years from the day that we started dating in 2000 at 14 and 15 years old, which lasted 3 weeks.) That means that H and I have been together for 5 years. In February, we’ll have our one year anniversary, so I will not be able to celebrate our dating anniversary anymore, so I am going to use this as one last opportunity to be schmaltzy about dating my husband.
We started talking the summer I was 19 and by Thanksgiving, things had progressed somewhere new. He was even pretty darn romantic for a broke 20 year old. That Christmas, he took me to a city park built around water falls. It was all lit up with white lights that reflected on the snow. We walked and talked, holding mittened hands in the freezing, freezing Midwestern winter weather.
We went to college six hours apart, so we had no choice but to talk on the phone. We would talk about important things and unimportant things. I even played World of Warcraft with him and his college buddies. I gave up on the game during my senior year of college, but that doesn’t mean I don’t know how to geek out. We would see each other every 4 to 6 weeks for visits and holidays at home. We had adventures getting to know each other and cheering each other on during design projects and papers.
He moved 12 hours away from college, staying six hours away, just in the other direction for his grown up job. I joined him a year later for graduate school, where he helped me move into my new apartment. This meant we got to see each other every weekend and sometimes a day or two during the week. We got engaged in October 2008, on my maternal grandparents’ wedding anniversary and the rest is history. Here is to my lovely husband, and the last time I can get mushy about our dating anniversary.
I had a roommate in college who was very into knitting. She did it a lot of the time in all of the different seasons. She started with scarves and moved onto a blanket, socks, hats and mittens. I was never as ambitious as she was, but she inspired me to branch out into my own crafts. This has led me to making lots of scarves, particularly for friends and family. From there I branched out into crochet, because I needed a change. I crocheted a blanket with lots of yarn and lots of time that I don’t really use, but it’s pretty. This blanket led me to the discovery that I detest blankets with holes. Oh well.
As I have previously mentioned I like Christmas things. Due to my increase in free time, I have started thinking about how H and I will need our very own Christmas stockings, along with an ornament to represent our first married Christmas. In my search for stockings I came upon these beauties by Martha Stewart. I don’t necessarily love the doily things around the top, but I will tell you what I do love. I love the snowflakes on the stockings. They are incredibly charming and really quite adorable. On the very same post I found a garland made out of the snowflakes. I don’t know if it is because I love snowflakes in general or if these particular snowflakes make me want Christmas right here and now. I am also sure the 90 degree heat has nothing to do with my snowflake desires.
Because these snowflakes are so stinking cute, I am going to try and make these snowflakes myself. The direction’s are all on Martha’s website, but the short version is that you crochet the snowflakes, then pin them, starch them, and hang them for all to admire. I think I might use elmer’s glue and water instead of starch so they’re more permanently stiff, but we’ll see when the time comes.
I have had a fiber craft respite in grad school for lack of time and burn out from my blanket, but I think these snowflakes may get me back into the swing of things. I got my crochet hooks out and some random yarn I have to give one a go tonight. I messed it up, but the project still seems manageable. This is good because I should probably start the snowflakes now if I am going to have any hope of having a decent number of them by Christmas, as I am sure the first batch will turn out incredibly wonky. Tomorrow the craft store better watch out because I am going to be snowflaking my summer away. At least I think I am.
I will begin by saying that I love Christmas. There is something about
Christmas and the entire holiday season that brings out the very best in lots of people. I don’t know if it is the emotional warmth that can only happen in the winter, but Christmas is something that I love year round. While the gift giving is nice, it is more of a situation where I am not in classes and I get to spend time with the people I love most.
I watch Rankin/Bass Christmas movies on occasion, all year round. There is something about stop motion Christmas themed puppetry that really gets me going. The Snow Miser, Santa, and Frosty all have the ability to warm up the subcockles of my heart and just make me happy. Even though they were filmed in the 70s, I love them as a child of the late 80s. I have gone to the time and effort to collect them over the last few years because I love them so dearly. I don’t necessarily like the “classics” the best, but I certainly love them. There is something about a Burl Ives Santa that demands my love, which I supply copiously.
This post is all prompted by our kitchy touristing this weekend. The tourist trap had a great many different shops and places where people can spend their money. Well, one of the stores was a Christmas store. It had Christmas music, Christmas ornaments, fake snow made out of cotton balls, and even plastic icicles that were about 3 feet long. I was in heaven. I wandered around listening to the Christmas music and really dorkily enjoying the whole thing. Some of it was incredibly ugly, but it made me feel really nostalgic for Christmas.
Sane people are ready for summer in May. They want baseball, golf, short shorts, and tans. Apparently, while I think those things are nice, I am not of the same ilk as most people because I just really wanted to break out my 2.5 foot Christmas tree and decorate the crap out of it. My dad gets these beautiful brass ornaments every year from Baldwin. We have a hydrangea ornament and a snowflake from them. The hydrangea was a wedding gift. I am excited to go out and buy another ornament for our first Christmas as married people and celebrate that time with our families now that we’re completely permanent, even though we have been together for years.
Tonight may be a night for Frosty the Snowman and the sequel when he gets married to a snow woman named Crystal.