Confession is Good for the Soul...

So, I have a shameful confession to make.  Today, for a brief, brief moment I had a powerful desire to return to the town of my youth (which, while an ok place, I never hesitate to ridicule) and live.  Truthfully, since it happened while reviewing Christmas party pictures on a friend's facebook, I think my sense of longing comes from the desire, or perhaps even the need, to belong. 

While I've loved moving around so much and have, in fact, instigated most of the moves, there is one big drawback...everytime I find a friend (usually about 18 months into the move) I relocate.  I'd love to be invited to a Christmas party, a wedding, a mitzvah of some type, even a baby shower (yes, I am desperate!!). 

Maybe what all this means is that I need to get out there and have my own party.  But, whenever I think of doing that, inevitably I think, but who would I invite? 

All this aside, I am pleased to report that all the gift shopping is done, all the grocerying is done (well except for grape tomatoes and that yicky Hawaiian sweet bread that makes amazing bread pudding), and almost all the crafting is done.  One more patchwork skirt, made using the http://www.polkadotchair.blogspot.com/ tutorial, and I'll be finished.  Here's a pic of the skirt I made for Tink.  I'll post the bread pudding recipe later...yum!!