Wednesday, December 23, 2009

Christmas Eve



I had planned to make a gingerbread house today, with sweets lining the roof and the door, but I think it will take too long. Instead, I guess I'll just make lots and lots of gingerbread men. We can't let the ingredients go to waste, after all.

Whenever I think of Christmas, my mind immediately jumps to Victoriana - after all, so much of our Christmas traditions come from the Victorian Era. Christmas trees, sugar cookies...most of the carols we sing are from then, as well.

My mother bought me a Nutcracker, all dressed in green and gold and with a blue jewel in his hat. His name is Tchaikovsky, and I like to make him gnash his teeth.

Tonight my grandparents will come to our house, and we'll have cheese and grapes and crackers and sausage, and pork for main course. I don't like pork, so I always end up eating nothing but the crackling, even though I know how horrible it is for one's health. Then, we'll all crowd around the piano and sing carols. Hardly anyone sings carols anymore. It makes me quite sad. I went to a carols evening last night, and people didn't recognise half of the carols we planned to sing. I want to learn how to play the piano properly, so I can make sure that my future family always remembers how to sing carols.

I'm wrapping presents at the moment. We found tartan-patterned wrapping paper, which I like. It makes me think of Burberry, and wintertime. I've always preferred wintertime. Next on the agenda is Christmas baking. There is so much to do, and my tea is turning cold.

Tuesday, December 22, 2009

So this is me.

I am young, I live in a far off land, I like to dream. I find it hard to fit in with the people around me. That hand, up there in the header? That's my hand. I'll probably change the photograph later, but I thought it was good enough for now. Better than blankness. If you look, you can see I'm wearing three bracelets - my mother's charm bracelet, my charm bracelet, and the heart-pendant bracelet my grandmother gave me when I turned 16. Its based off a Tiffanys design, but I don't mind. I like it the way it is. You'll also notice there is a feather next to my hand, but that doesn't have any particular relevance or meaning. It just blew into the photograph right before I took it. Maybe that in itself means something, but I don't know.

If I think about that sort of thing too much, I scare myself. I have an imagination, see. That's the way I talk about it in my head. 'Oh, Sarah Dee, she's rather odd, isn't she? She has an imagination, you understand. That, I understand, is the technical term.' If I think about that feather being put there for too long, I'll wonder why it was put there, and what the significance was, and whether it was put there by somebody I once knew. A ghost, perhaps. Or something. I don't think I'll think about that any more.

Instead, I like to think about girls in Victorian dresses, big sturdy boots, curls and ribbons, rockstars with whiskey in their glasses and glitter on their eyelashes, junky fairies living in the city, cupcakes, lounge singers, and rooms full of old, leather bound books. I think I'll stop this entry, before it turns into a song from The Sound of Music.

Wednesday, December 16, 2009

This is my first entry. It is a Thursday, it is sunny outside, and my father is in hospital. They're looking at his heart. My mother has called to say that things are alright, they've only had to perform a minor operation, and he's feeling fine now, but I still worry. My father and I are very much alike, and not having him around, even for a day or two, feels uncomfortable, like walking with only one shoe on.

To tell the truth, I doubt that anybody will really pay attention to this. They definitely won't be interested as yet, since my page hasn't been made pretty, and I haven't finished filling things in, and I'm still planning what my header is going to look like. But I thought I'd start this anyway, since I've been thinking about making one of these for what seems like an awful long time, and I thought today would be as good a day as any to begin. I shall make a more introductory post later on, but for now, that is all.