Merry Christmas everyone!
I'm feeling fat on crepes and bacon and about to head out to my parents for an early dinner. No wonder there's a mass trek to the gym come January. My stocking was full of Ghirardelli, Cadbury, Nutella and the like. I'm already overly-sugared and I haven't even opened one bag of these new goodies nor made the two batches of homemade marshmallows I've planned with Elijah. It looks like I have one more week to pack it all in before I start sweating to the oldies with the rest of the world. That iTunes giftcard will come in handy -- workout music.
Here's a fun use for those great Anthropologie giftwrap-snowflake -thingies. I'm not into hair bows, but this bit of sass works for me somehow. The snowflake has a slit in it, so I jut tied a ribbon around Charlotte's little ponytail, threaded the ends through the slit and tied a bow. The ribbon holds the snowflake in place -- no barrette or clip. In fact, it was such a piece of cake, I'm going to cut out a few felt flowers to keep on hand for this same purpose.
And, no, my kids weren't all gussied up for Christmas this morning. Rumpled jammies and ruffled hair works for us. These pics are from Saturday.
My big present from Isaac today was a Blackberry phone. He was feeling guilty about always sporting the fanciest new technology while I kept with whatever free phone came with our service. So, it looks like I'll be talkin' fancy, at least for a month or so -- ah, technology. Word is that if I had a Bluetooth-enabled laptop I could use my phone to connect to the internet wherever I go. No cords. How cool is that? So, if there's some way to get Bluetooth on the old mistress, then it looks like I'll be heading to the park with Charlotte more often. We could both use more sunshine.
After a month of family sick-tag, I didn't think I'd be pulling off many handmade projects this year. But, somehow, right there at the end, I was able to throw together a couple of fun things for the kids. Later this week, I'll get Charlotte dolled up in her new mod coat and pink striped gauchos and snap some photos. You'll die. And Elijah got a pair of Freshcut pajamas (jellybean print). He's quite sentimental about such things. It just melts me to hear my nine-year-old boy say, "Oh, wow! I can't believe it! My very own pajamas out of your fabric, Mom. Wow! Thank you!"
Boy, I don't think a handmade Christmas could ever be wholly traded for convenient commercialism around here. Something would be missing. At least, at our home and in my heart. Charlotte, opening gifts in her new coat and a diaper, Elijah's jaunty PJ parade, crimson memories to last a lifetime. And, with a response like that, Elijah can have all of the pajamas he wants.
Oop, it's time to head to Granny's. I hope your morning was as warm and festive and messy as ours. Merry Christmas!