Although I don’t really grasp Christmas, for every reason I won’t bore you with, I go along. There isn’t any fighting it, at least not without being a total buzzkill. None of our family (except Bill’s father and my father) have even been religious, nor are most people I know. So… I put up with the Christmas Rituals, but really I’m just in it for the time with the family and the pie. It’s one of the only times I see family, except when someone dies or gets married. You know.
I’m continuing to work on the book every day, just now surrounded by handsome men and with the house filled with the fabulous scent of Noble Fir. There are seven days before the people who cut the plates at the press come back to work, log onto the FTP site, pull down our final files, and make the proofs. I’m working on it all every day, because how could I not? I’m trying to make it all the best it could be. The Edit Team continues to astound me, and I still feel shame every time we find a simple error that I can’t think why I couldn’t see. Letting go of the embarrassment of making mistakes is an ongoing process, an event that has to happen every time I send out pages.
I put one of my favorite pages up last night, the page that shows the wonderful photo of my favorite John Lautner house (thank you Josh Woolf!) and the cuff that finally cracked open my mind during the process of this book, by Rayo Boursier. It was funny, when she sent it, she was like, “I know this piece is absurd, and probably no one would wear it but me, but…” and I took it out of the box and my life was changed forever, and I began to see what I’d been seeing but couldn’t see.