I'm not *really* superstitious, but it seems that there are traditions around New Year's Day that really should be observed, you know - just in case. So in that vein, I made sure the the "first foot" over our threshold was a handsome dark-haired man (Ken); I let the old and new moon shine on silver coins; carried bread, wine, a clementine, knitting, salt, and wood over the threshold myself.
Today we'll dine on ham, sauerkraut, yellow-eye peas (no black-eye peas in any local markets), and okra. That's the southern part. Cheesecake for the New Yorker. The sauerkraut counts for the German, I think.
I've neatened my knitting and am ready to start a new project - not that all the old ones are finished. I've got 2 recently finished but unblocked projects in the wash now, and will block them in the unfinished master suite where the cats can't get to them in a few minutes. I found a counted cross stitch I started before Ken and I got married (19 years ago) and will restart it so I can finish it before our 20th anniversary. I've read, chatted with family, played in the snow. If this is beginning as I mean to go on, this will be a good and fun year.
