It's been hard to post about the trivial ups and downs of the weekend, because one of my best friends lost his mother this weekend, which sucks beyond bigtime. Everything below this seems somehow unimportant in the light of that. But it did remind me that I should appreciate people while they are here, so please read the following in the light of that.
(There is a bunch of knitting to talk about, but I'll save it for tomorrow.)
Friday night, we went to have dinner with some friends and as I was leaving their house, my ankle turned on their stone steps and I fell — right on my tailbone. (Almost as brilliant as April, but she had more style than I did!) I've been alternately icing my foot and butt, and limping around, since then.
We still managed to have drinks with my niece (oh yah, and her parents) at the fabulous Hotel del Coronado on Saturday afternoon and dinner with more friends on Saturday evening, but I was semi-miserable. Sunday we had dinner with yet more friends (definitely feeling blessed with friends here), and today was Christmas so we had lunch (well, Christmas dinner I guess) over at the house of the first friends. Though I managed not to trip on their steps this time.
Jen had sent me a Christmas gift, so I had something to open while Rob went through his loot! Very exciting. But even more so when I opened it up. The color in these photos is wrong — it has purples and blacks as well as blues — she selected the colors to match my Sundara kimono sweater! Can you beat this beautiful handmade bag?
No, you cannot. You cannot beat it with a stick. Check out the bottom:
This is beyond amazing. I'm totally touched.