In fact, the only time I have picked up a needle is to do mending and darn socks!
My house seems to be suffering from the Giant Spoon Syndrome ... you know where the giant spoon swoops out of the sky and stirs everything up.
We are in the process of getting things that have been stored for many years sorted out and disposed of. There must be a dozen large cartons of loose photographs and negatives to go through. Many bring back memories of days past ... when the kids were young ... of trips here and there ... of many Scout functions ... of nature and pets and groups of people that I can't remember.
There are fancy party dishes, kid's clothing. dolls, puzzles and games, antique furniture, and all of it has memories attached so it is not something to send to landfill. A very stressful activity in a busy holiday season.
Several neighbors are building new homes and I happened to pass this ceremony just down our street.
After the land has been cleared and before the construction begins, the outline of the new building is marked out with string in the ground and the family gathers for a ceremony to bless the ground and work about to begin.
Dressed in robes is a Shinto priest and the family is burning incense.
Wednesday another lot was cleared at the end of our street and I suppose there will be a ceremony held there soon.
It is a joy to sing great music.
Now we are in Christmas mode and practicing music for the next few weeks.
One is a special piece, O Magnum Mysterium, by Morten Lauridsen.
It will be sung in two Christmas eve services,
a cappella, with a small group, of which I am the first tenor.
Of course we have been having special rehearsals since fall and finally I am beginning to feel a bit more confident.
Returning home after evening practice, I walk down Omotesando to the bus street.
During the month of December, lights have been strung on the huge Keyake (Zelkova) trees lighning the street.
The show brings out crowds to enjoy the atmosphere and of course everyone is carrying a camera ... if not the real thing, one on their cell phone.
BUT, no, there are guards ...one on each side per crossing ... to prevent anyone from going up to the crossing.
True, a few hundred people gathering on that bridge might be dangerous ... but ... as long as those guards are standing at each end, why can't they let five people go up and then, as those come down, allow that many more? Surely, ten people would not bring the whole structure down.
To me ... and my western mind, it would make more sense and promote a better sense of pleasure. After all, what difference would it make to those guards? It might give them something other to do than just stand at the foot of the stairs.
If you want a view (or even photograph) of the beautiful lighted trees arching across the boulevard, you'd better be quick before you are spotted.
How strange that these guys in the yellow coats owe their jobs to the lighting but they are there to prevent the public from photo ops.
The building with red in the windows actually is putting on a light show in those windows, as it is ever changing behind the avenue of trees.
A project is awaiting in the wings ... a gift for the Women's Conference speaker. It is forming in my mind and I will have to get to it soon if I am to finish in a month.
A darling picture of my youngest grandson hanging decorations on the Advent calendar has come. Christmas decorations await in the cupboard but making room for them in this place is going to be a huge challenge.
I hope your days are going more smoothly than mine as the holidays approach.