last night i had numb fingers — too much typing and stitching — and put some ice compresses on and sat down to watch a 2003 version of “the hound of the baskervilles”.
the english are known for their “scary” christmas traditions, are they not?
two years ago we were lucky to be invited to a guy fawkes party held by friends who remained — until weeks after the event — blithely oblivious to the illegality of burning a man in effigy on a residential carriage street in south philadelphia. not surprisingly, this family has shown interest in krampuslauf and i am so sad they will be away that night, but hope they will be at the maker workshop nonetheless. they are a spirited bunch. and, even though i was disappointed not to see them arrested, they gave an awesome party. jacket potatoes, toffee pudding and a burning guy are really all it takes.
so happy to be assisting this weekend at liberty lands with the digging of the firepit.