I took down our Christmas tree today. I have a fear of letting my reluctance to let go of Christmas get out of hand, something to do with me have a memory of our Christmas tree during childhood being up until February. (I'm not sure if this is an actual memory or just a childish remembrance of our tree being up long past my friends') Anyway, I'm pretty adamant about the tree being taken down by January 6, but I love to leave remnants of Christmas up around the house, our nativity scene, for example and a few other special decorations that can be considered "Epiphany-ish." As I was taking down ornaments today, I chuckled a couple times about how many knitting related ornaments I have. If there is even a semblance of "knitting" being a part of an ornament's theme, I'll buy it, which accounts for me having these two ornaments that I dutifully put away today.
I had company as I took down the tree today, but not of the human kind. Kitty (aka Josephine) sat curled up in my yarn basket. I'm not that excited about the fact that she enjoys my yarn basket because sometimes I will use a skein out of it and discover, to my dismay, that she has sharpened her claws on it. I'll be knitting along, and I'll keep coming to broken strands. It usually doesn't last for long, but it's pretty annoying.