Over the years, my dad buys me random books from time to time. More often than not, art deco books. Not sure why he’s latched onto that particular interest of mine, but no complaints here. The largest read yet sits on a bench out in the living room beckoning with its beguiling ways in each pass by. And now with Christmas, I’m near drowning in nouveau words to digest. All kinds- The Good, the Bad, and Me, for one. Eli Wallach’s memoir. Several pages in already. Yes, there are worse things!
Like crispy Christmas trees. It’s like it dried out overnight. Literally, overnight. Supple, plucky needles making for lush branches yesterday, rendered brittle bits of bough destined for a dumpster, today. Still manages to smell divine though. Christmas has passed by far too quickly this year, I’m sad to see it go, and yet thrilled to feel such affection for all its facets once again! ♦
Went all out for Christmas this year, it’s been a while. Feel like I’ve watched every sappy, saccharinely sweet Christmas movie imaginable, and I’ve enjoyed it! For comparison, in years past, I’ve held a Twilight Zone marathon and revisited the likes of Black Christmas.
Filling the tree with memories and mementos, and schtuff loved.
One room has an ode to the pink aluminum trees referenced in A Charlie Brown Christmas
Different themes for every room.
Beloved ornaments passed to me from my grandparents. I remember helping my grandpa put this one on a tree a long, long time ago. ♦
Part II of two marathon wrapping sessions this year completed! I’d like to thank paper, packaging, bobbles ’n’ bows, pens, more paper, scissors, hot glue (yes, hot glue), and heaps ’n’ heaps of TAPE! ♦
That would be a shot of my beloved Nutcracker from my very own seat this season! “Boopenny” presented me with tickets. *tears*
Reservations for Italian at the ever kitschy Buca di Beppo beforehand as well? Love abounds.
I’m gonna swim in it. ♦
A handful of years ago, I started a Twelve Days of Christmas tradition with Bean as the first recipient. Since then, most years, someone receives twelve days of somethin’ from someone, sometimes playful and creative, other times with more bells and whistles from the money pile. This year, the thirteenth rolled around and my only thought was, “Just missed a Friday. Poo(p).” So, it was with total, complete, utter extra flippin’ delightful surprise that this happened:
ASIDE: We have a thing in our family where there are dolls- stuffed beings, fabrics filled with stuffings, our traveling gnomes- as mentioned and showcased in times past, that we’ve bestowed “personalities” upon, much like puppeteers might. Not quite sure how it evolved, but it has, and friends and family just go with it. Kinda like the high school boyfriend and his two pet dogs- voices were employed and fun had by all. Though perhaps, not by the dogs…
Cast of Characters
Deborah = Davis
Tina = Colin
Boopenny/Boop/Boobers = Shane’s British Boo (he remains fine with it)
And I swore she was going to have me look for her lost silver crown earring.
The first gifting was a build-a-snowman kit. Took some photos as I built him, and decided to time lapse the melt, but just moments after his quick build, he’d already begun the descent to pancake status. Proof in the puddin’.
Puddin’ = film ♦
Painting by Will Bullas
House on fire? Nope, those are the Christmas lights!
T’was that time once again, family movie night, and the Griswolds were thrilled to join us in burnin’ dust and eatin’ rubber, or whatever, all from the comfort of the comfy couch.
Oh, look, I built a snowman.
Then we promptly ate him. The crust- Cornmeal. Must. Happen! And it did.
Made a little dessert, too- red velvet chocolate chip cookie bars. It’s turning out to be a fine season, a lotta sap, lotta sap. Love my family. ♦
“Hold your boobs still,” I say, as I grab a quick shot of a recent meal- too much chicken and just enough waffle. Bean froze momentarily while Shane mentions that only women can say that to one another without possible repercussions. ♦