'Tis the season to be searching for things. Gifts, lights, tape, scissors, those old ornaments I put somewhere. . . . I hope you're way better than me at this sort of thing. When I found this gift bag at my little stationary shop right around the corner, I thought it would be a good thing to be sitting in my house somewhere as a reminder.
We're having one of those overcast days that may seem endless for some of you. But we have a dusting of snow predicted, and here in our sunny state it can feel very festive.
It's a big weekend. Everybody knows that you have to have your party at the beginning of December because all the other weekends are taken up. We'll be traveling all month to the four corners of the country, so I'm glad. Works for me.
I went and got my first basket of greens to spread around. They can stay right here while I decide where to tuck them. Stanny (short for Stanford Bear) is modeling for me, and waiting for story time. One of my many illustrated versions of a classic tale stands by too.
Stanny is looking a bit abject since being a bit over-loved last weekend. Seems he lost a button on his overalls. Tsk, tsk.
Another of our favorites is Mary Beth Owens' seasonal naturalist book. A page and a brief poem for each month of the year.
All is spread on the antique quilt that gets a good airing in July and December, the seasons of RED at our house. It's old and frail, and deserves special treatment. But it's so wonderful for making merry!
It makes me feel all farmhouse cozy, and cures a little of my own frailty.
This is a new book to add to my collection, just released. I'm always on the look out, but I only select a new book if it has the right criteria.
The opening drawings charmed me.
And the pages depict the farmhouse I wish Santa found me at!
I hope you have a wonderful December weekend ahead!
Keep calm and be merry.
And Be Blest.
Ciao! for now!
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