That night, both the snowman and the snowdog come to life. They play in and around Billy's house for a while before heading off on a flight over London to visit the annual snowman party in the frozen north. At the party, they enter and win a downhill race against numerous snowmen competitors and a skiing penguin. Father Christmas gives Billy a small present: a magical dog collar, which turns the snowdog into a real live dog that matches the one that Billy asked for.
Do you want to build a snowman? Recently I pulled out my sewing machine and after blowing off some dust, I got a little crafty. I had an idea to make a DIY felt snowman wall hanging for my kids. I did stich along all my snowman shapes. However, you could also avoid sewing altogether and just cut all the felt out for this project. Whether you live somewhere with the fluffy white stuff, or are merely dreaming of a white Christmas, your kids can enjoy building their own snowman all winter (or year) long! Some links contain affiliates, all opinions are my own.
The base of the snowman is a homemade sugar cookie made with sour cream! They are super soft and sweet! Similar to a Lofthouse cookie! The frosting is homemade royal icing that I piped onto the cookie. The head of the snowman is a marshmallow.
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On the diamond blue snowI write with the wind as with a pen,drifting in the sparkling depthsof its childhood. I have never seensuch clearness that can overcomeall the lonely shadows of thought.Like a sleigh in its wistful ringing,my life resounds thin and longover the eveningsteppe, wherethe moon lurks, cuddled in its mirror,with its nose facedown,and two wings spread out free.
Totally agree that the combustion engine is almost redundant, but will really look forward to getting my boat towed to the ramp for the cost of a latte! The grey nomads will also no doubt look forward to not owning a car. Some of this must have been thought up whilst sipping a latte and munching on a smashed advocado whatever. Sure it will be cheap, but cars have always been a personal thing and I would suggest the rich will still be buying the latest EV Porsche, Mercedes or BMW and the kids will be hotting up a 10 year old petrol WRX, with aftermarket 4 wheel electric drive and a tesla pack. The socialist utopia ideal never worked anywhere and the auto industry has always been anything but a communal pursuit.
I have a relation who has never owned a vehicle.He does own a push bike, if that can be determined as a vehicle.I expect if he ever purchases a vehicle it will be an EV.However the article does relate to his situation to some extent although his use of public transport is his primary travel choice.I would venture to say his savings from never having purchased the worst consumer item ever produced is handsomely reflected in his financial situation.
As you experiment with your text, winter themes that are more overt might appeal to you. Just download a winter TTF font file, and bam, you have blocky, snowy text! What would your perfect winter wonderland font look like? Heavy visual references, or something subtler?
In "This Freize of Birds" she says that her "friend," who could make of a scene of birds in a garden "an intricatepoem" "fashioned of glass and tin," "most exquisitely brittle," "would find no words"; her wire would melt intheir fluid blur of light and life. It is surely perverse to read in this poem a preference for art over reality. As forthe "welcome permanence of art" that Davey deduces from
her poems, the sinister poem "Arras" surely suggests with shrewd insight that just as shelters can turn intoprisons, so the patterned world of art can become a soul and body trap, that stasis is a temptation and a possiblenegation of quick life. In the poem "Another Space," which Page said in an interview in Canadian Forum(September, 1975) came to her in a dream, the poet is in dream pulled into a ritual circle of dark skinnedbeautiful people, spinning, cosmic, and the headman shoots a feather into her absolute centre "with such skill andstaggering lightness / that the blow is love":
Davey has a way of defining things in a disappointed manner, as though he has been cheated of hisexpectations, the effect being to downgrade or diminish the work under review, as when he says of Atwood'snovels, "In this way both works become romans à thèse instead of the novels of character they superficiallyappear to be (p. 78). He implies that the poor reader has been wilfully mislead. On the contrary, it seemed to mefairly early on in my reading that The Edible Woman is a satirical comedy of manners and Surfacing a questromance, and I personally never felt that I had been cheated out of a novel of character. But if Davey is out to getyou, you can't, on his premises, win. First, he diminishes Atwood by suggesting that she has betrayed her readers'expectations in writing romans à thèse; then he downgrades her further by declaring that she has failed to articulate and solve her thesis plausibly and hopefully.He posits as an ideal subject for novel writers and Atwood in particular the achieving of "an authentic self in aworld of inter-personal imperialisms" (p. 78) and comments that Surfacing "does not mark much of an advance"in insight into this struggle (p. 78). Finally, by stating as fact what is only his opinion - that Surfacing is areworking of The Edible Woman - he achieves the tour de force of condemning Atwood for imitating inSurfacing the kind of work which she takes pains to denigrate inthe novel. The fact that his conclusion is based on dubious, and in my view false, premises does not bother acritic like Davey to whom doctrine is everything, but it should give his readers pause:
The poet can counter the distortion on of imposed mythological patterns by subversion, irony, parody, andattention to the real. Given language and its categories, the desire for and pursuit of reality will always be aprocess, never an arrival. The very beautiful final poem in the book is both a rejection of pre-determinedpatterns, a realization that it was partly our need for them that called them forth, and an affirmation of lifeimprovised in living presence: a rejection of death patterns, static demands, imperatives which distort and divide, in favour of improvisation, risk,affirmed life: 2b1af7f3a8