let lemons be angry

It was a happy chinese new year.

For one, the weather was cold. All the better for wrapping up in.

 

And there was time enough to do some painting,

 

and some puppet-making,

 

and some tidying up of the hurricane happening on my desk.

 Time to laze around and be stretchy.

 Although I must admit I haven't stopped rolling around in bed these mornings either.

 

New year's eve dinner with the family: a tea flower that opened up slowly all night.

 

Cousins who were very excited about yusheng.

 

And visitations to the homes of grandaunties, who don't speak a word of Chinese and make tubs and tubs of cookies and cakes.

And finally, celebrating a klutzy girl's birthday.