December is one of my favourite months. Sometimes the rush and hurry and bustle of Christmas means that the actual Decembery bit is all over very quickly. It feels like a short month.
This December there has been a lot of red. Red thread and red fabric. I am also surrounded by silvery yarn and white paper and green trees. But still there is red. There has been some making but not a lot of recording of that making. No time to stop. Next year, perhaps.