Her Hair's Come In!

Once I got the image of the dolly's being a chemo patient with her bald head and the blue lines on her scalp for the placement of her hair being all too reminiscent of the kinds of markings that indicate radiation, I got all grandmothery towards her. Nothing would do but that she should have a little quilt to keep her warm at night. After all, she's been through so much!

She's finished, as is the quilt (machine pieced, hand quilted), and so is the last of the baking and the food preparations for tomorrow. Joe and Amy have the ingredients for a big pot of Swedish glogg and I have herring and smoked salmon and other goodies for Scandinavian appetizers. The ham is in the fridge downstairs along with the pineapple stuffing, the broccoli casserole and the tomato pudding -- my work for tomorrow is minimal.

The weather Near Philadelphia is iffy; there was nasty rain forecast, but there is some blue in the sky and I doubt the rain will deliver. Which is good, because in our area around dusk on Christmas Eve the luminarias appear out by the curb and burn until after midnight, welcoming the light of the Christ Child into the world.

We're ready for Christmas. In o so many ways!

Someone asked if I had embroidered the heart with "I Love You" on the dolly's chest.

Of course.

Peace and joy to you. And you and you and you.