It's always better with a kitty

Here's a picture of the colorblock mittens and scarf for our wonderful, patient accountant. I am using a wonderful wine-bottle gift-bag to carry the scarf project.
You may notice bits and pieces of helpful kitty. He knows how to improve a blog, even if I don't.
There, isn't that better?

Yesterday, I got a wild hair and decided to take down the Christmas decor. For us, it's not that big a deal. I know there are people who do the whole house, even unto reindeer in the bathroom and garland twined 'round the pot rack. These are people who get a big case of Christmas spirits every year. In our house, a fifth of spirits is about all we can handle at any one time, Christmas or not. So there wasn't all that much to take down, though, of course, things do tend to grow. I keep adding animals to the creche for one thing. The original set of olivewood included a camel, a donkey, a cow, and two sheep. I have added two little ceramic cats, and a plastic cow that poops jellybeans, joined this year by a plastic sheep that poops jellybeans. Guess I could use a little plastic angel that poops - - is that irreligious? Is irreligious a word?

Anyhow, I got the tree undressed and dragged out with only minor damage done to hands and face (Trying to drag a well-opened tree through a door that is somehow smaller than it was when I brought the damn tree in, without spilling all the leftover water out of the stand leaves me prone to lead with my face when it comes to branches whipping back from being scraped through the opening.) And I got all the ornaments carefully wrapped and stashed and dragged back up to the attic (and gravity is NOT my friend when it comes to manuvering things up that narrow wobbly ladder) and having swept up all the needles except for the ones that the fur-faces have carefully stashed to drag out when it will be most likely to embarass,I felt entitled to veg for the rest of the day. DH, however, came home with a yen to hit the gym, and this, by golly, will be encouraged, so by the time we got home from there (and wuss that I am, all I did was 20 min on the treadmill at 4 mph)I sat down on the sofa and fell asleep.

Which is why I skipped blogging yesterday. Not that I have committed to daily blogstration or anything. When does your decor come down?