(Sandro Botticelli, bookless detail from The Madonna of the Book, 1480–81, tempera on wood; in the Casa Museo Poldi Pezzoli, Milan)
In an attempt to impress my three-year-old daughter I have been indulging in Christmas craftiness this year, without notable success.
The clay stable collapsed.
The Christmas stocking is something only Frankenstein’s monster could wear. I actually have to say, ‘It’s a stocking!’ helpfully, to surprised observers. (Because of course I am too lazy to attempt an improvement. Maybe next year.)
I also made a Christmas angel. But she looks like a zombie, which isn’t quite the festive spirit I had hoped to capture.
But I don’t care! It was all fun.
Merry Christmas! Thank you for commenting here and for writing your own wonderful weblogs, from which I’ve learned so much and had so much fun. May 2014 be magical for you all, filled with books and beauty, of course.