catching up

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Various longer things later and emails and so forth.

Gifts with my parents went over wel. I have a new camera! But need to get a memory card for it.

I will see Patty Friday, yay... soon!

Sadly, due to incliment weather, a gift did not arrive on time, so I have to show her a picture, which is full of sad. However, I've saved all the cards people ahve sent to open together, and we have candy and other treats, and our own cards to do (you all get them for New Year's) and it will be quite festive nonetheless.

I'm getting closer to figuring out the Australia essay. It's about my crazy thing with the cute luggage and how you're not supposed to eat things in teh faerie lands. Heightened reality all the way, baby!

My mother is going to let me borrow the old family photographs to scan in. Which means you'l be able to see the crazy picture of my great-grandfather the tailor who I look just like. This probably won't happen until January. I'm very excited.

My uncle brought my mother a piece of jewlery that belonged to my late Aunt. "Have a look she said, it's a Maltese cross."

Well I had a look. It was produced in 1820 according to the information from the dealer that it was purchased from and the styling and obvious 22K gold as well as gem choices strongly suggest it was produced in India. So you see kids, all times really are now.

My mother keeps buying me clothes that are busty and billowy. I am not sure if this is because she thinks Regency or if this is because she's wanting me to have a baby. This year, everything was grey, because she got that memo, but I wanted to weep with laughted when she exclaimed at my prettyness. Because I am in these sweaters, fiercely pretty, in a weird, dowdy enduring way.

Also, there were these pajamas. I don't sleep in clothes, but hey, useful for cons that, I kid you not are waffle cotten with double cherries on stems as the print but the cherries are hearts. It's like jailbait girl!Jack exploded on the fabric. They're completely frightening.

Strange year. Real strange year.

Comments

[imaginarycircus.livejournal.com]

Isn't it both sad and funny that parents never stop wanting you to be eleven years old and wearing pyjamas with unironic cherries printed on them. I miss that aspect a lot right now.

[bodlon.livejournal.com]

*blinks at pajamas*

You shouldn't make me want to drink before 9 AM. Just saying.

I am totally nervous over today. My mother, who does Christmas, is sort of the reason gifts and big meals happen today. I start cooking my bit in a couple of hours. One of Joe's gifts isn't here yet (apparently it takes quite a while to post something from the Russian Federation). Mom always buys us way more than she should, too. It's nuts.

[marchek.livejournal.com]

That's great news about the camera and the family photos.

Between those pajamas and your pink bikini Gallifrey is just going to be one long weekend of side-splitting laughter.

[shipchan.livejournal.com]

My mum got me needless!pajamas too. They were blue with whales on them, which just made me think of Hitchhikers Guide to the Galaxy.