I miss 'em already.
We drove nine hours to get home and the last two or three was in drizzle. And fog. And some rain. And let's throw in a little bit of Houston's rush hour traffic. In the dark. In the Monster (some of y'all know what I mean).
I was shell shocked when I pulled into our driveway. I was still thanking the Lord well into the next day that we made it home in one piece. Deep breath. Just thinking about it still puts me in a state.
Let's brighten the mood a bit shall we?
A brief tour of a few of my favorite Christmas decos...I glittered the SNOW letters & added a few embellishments from my scrapbooking supplies collection. (Have I ever mentioned I collect scrapbooking materials? One day I intend to actually scrapbook with them.)
A sand dollar I glittered years ago before the mighty Domestic Diva herself decided to make & heavily promote glitter. (You know who I'm talkin' about. Yes...her.) I made a set of six and I hold my breath as I carefully unfurl them from their tissue paper each Christmas, hoping they are still intact and haven't released their tiny doves while I wasn't looking.Our stockings hung by the chimney with care. Mike's, Bobo's, Ari's (who isn't very hopeful is she?Just jokin'. I hung that there. Because she does have lofty ambitions when it come to gettin' gifts.) and mine. The Santa painting was done by my oh-so-talented mom years ago before I had Ari. Notice that tag hanging from the teddy's arm? It has my son's names painted on it.
Thilvethter greeth you at the front door holding our wreath with a thmile. (Maybe he'th hoping a birdie will alight on the twigth.)
Well, this Missus Claus has hung her hat & apron up for this Christmas. (More about that next time.) These are the closest anyone around here is gettin' to homemade cookies this year...
Maybe next year.