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where the calendar lost me
Nov. 22nd, 2015 06:36 pmA local weekly published a holiday calendar. Its entry for December 23:
There was a Martha Stewart calendar maybe 15 years ago that listed "Make croquembouche" somewhere around December 23. That one gave my eyebrows more of a workout.
I will also say, though, that the mention of goths poked me into peeking at Debi Gliori's blog (her Pure Dead series having come to mind [*]), leading to "A Pebble in a Pool," a post about how a letter (with glitter!) from a little girl in Germany reached the author's kitchen in Scotland.
[* That said, the Joyce would be more in tune with a Cure soundtrack than the Gliori, which is more goofy than gloomy in general (in spite of witches and devils and an undead Italian grandmother in the mix). Though Pure Dead Wicked does describe some December interactions as well... ("Christmas Day dawned wet and sleety. Sensing that this day was extra special...")
Embrace your inner goth. Make yourself a hot buttered rum (with or without the rum) and read "The Dead" by James Joyce.
There was a Martha Stewart calendar maybe 15 years ago that listed "Make croquembouche" somewhere around December 23. That one gave my eyebrows more of a workout.
I will also say, though, that the mention of goths poked me into peeking at Debi Gliori's blog (her Pure Dead series having come to mind [*]), leading to "A Pebble in a Pool," a post about how a letter (with glitter!) from a little girl in Germany reached the author's kitchen in Scotland.
[* That said, the Joyce would be more in tune with a Cure soundtrack than the Gliori, which is more goofy than gloomy in general (in spite of witches and devils and an undead Italian grandmother in the mix). Though Pure Dead Wicked does describe some December interactions as well... ("Christmas Day dawned wet and sleety. Sensing that this day was extra special...")
