Wednesday, December 28, 2011

So this was Christmas

Back home again, safe and sound. Skipping school, again, since I needed time to finish writing my business plan and port folio. Both, I am pleased to say, are nearly done. They need finishing touches, of course, but all in all, the point is there.
So I'm, like, relieved, and stress-free. Which is actually a bit strange, I've been stressed out for so long I actually got used to it :D

Anyway, it was Christmas, and I went home to celebrate. Mom asked me to make something for Xmas-morning breakfast, so I baked a pie. Tomato-feta-pie.

Turned out quite nice. Unfortunately, now mom might ask me again to bake something.

We have Christmas routines. I'm not the only one in my family... anyways, first, there's cartoons on telly. Then the Snowman is on. Then there's the Official Declaration of Christmas Peace, and then there's sauna. After that, we wait for dinner, and after dinner we open presents. That was the way things went this Xmas, too.

I wore a pretty dress.

mesh top: UFF
skirt and corset: hand-made from recycled materials 

My niece told me I looked really fancy. And then she wanted to put make-up on, too. Gotta love the kid <3

At dinner I realized it might have been a bad idea to wear the corset. Had to loosen the laces three times.

I got presents, too. Something I really needed... 

... something I asked for...

... and yarn, of course.

All in all (did I already use that phrase before?), Christmas was nice. A bit stressful, with all the noise and the pressure of school weighing on me, but nice. Not the Best Xmas Ever, but definetely not the worst one.

Next, New Year. I don't feel much like going anywhere...  except the sauna <3

Saturday, December 24, 2011


So. Home for the holidays.
I'm used to Christmas looking like this

 Photo by Jussi Syrjälä

White, and shiny, and pretty and sparkly. Pure. Innocent.
There's not a bit of snow outside today. I've eaten myself chubby, gotten myself into a chocolate-coma, and had a bottle-and-a-half of red, and still it doesn't feel like Xmas.

I even watched my prettiest, loveliest niece open up a pile of prezzies (jealous, who me? No!... well, just a bit) and still.
There's no snow.

It was white @ home. We had snow, 20 cms of it. But I didn't feel like Christmas at home, either.
It's probably a growing up-thing. Things are bound to change when you age. Innocence fades, routines take over, playing with sand sorta grows old.
And so do you. You grow old, and Christmas loses it's charm.

It can't be just because of the snow.
Could it be stress? Lack of presents? Lack of charm? Glamour?

I miss the way Christmas used to be when I was four.
I'd wake up at the crack of dawn, and wait for everyone else to get up, just watching the tree and the lights outside, the slowly fading night. And then there'd be porridge, and cartoons on telly, and The Declaration of Official Christmas Peace, and then the wait would begin.
First I'd wait for the sauna to warm up, and then I'd wait for the food to be ready, and then I'd wait for Santa. And everything seemed to take FOREVER, and that was somehow the best bit: the wait, and the feel of time stretching, and bending, and growing eternal.

Time doesn't stretch anymore. I think that's basically what's wrong with growing up.

Time doesn't bend. It just ticks by. Steadily.

Tomorrow, I'm gonna see if I can make it bend again <3