Sweater: Thrifted
Cowl: Gift from
Anne (she made it :)
Painted driftwood necklace: Gift from
Anne (also her handiwork!)
Levi's: From Angelina
Boots: Thrifted
Not the most exciting outfit ever, but here I am!
With all this RAIN we've been having, these duck boots I thrifted last year are getting lots of wear. You can't really tell in this lighting but the color combo of my cowl from Anne and this little sweater matches the color combo of the boots perfectly. Ha, that sort of thing probably makes me happier than it should.
This weekend brought rain as well as the first day of December. With a certain little person who is VERY enthusiastic about Christmas this year running the show, we kicked off the holiday stuff a bit earlier than usual.
Free "gingerbread house" making downtown at the public library on Saturday afternoon, resulted in...
One very sugary little structure
and one grumpy little girl complaining that her tummy wasn't feeling too good by the end of it.
Hmm, I wonder why?
Saturday night the rain wasn't too bad, so we put on our raincoats, grabbed some umbrellas, and ventured out to the tree lot down the street. I know, not as romantic or eco-friendly as the local tree farm, but we did possibly end up with the most perfectly shaped Christmas tree that ever was, so at least we have that. Oh, and the guilt, we have the guilt. Just kidding, sort of.
Sunday morning, with the Vince Guaraldi Pandora station (much to Lucas' dismay) setting the mood, we got to decorating our tree.
I realized pretty early on in the decorating process that someone shorter than me had some definite ideas about how things should go down with the ornament hanging. I was going to have to set aside my perfectionist tendencies along with any talk of distributing ornaments evenly throughout the tree. There really was no reasoning with her.
My one attempt at showing her the error of her ways was to make a wide sweeping arm motion across the lower mid-section of the tree and say:
“Look, there’s too much STUFF.”
Her matter of fact response:
“Mom, that’s how Christmas is.”
Well played Clover, well played...
She was also concerned about certain ornaments having buddies to hang out with. Like the gnomes...
... and the sleeping babies.
"2007 Baby's First Christmas" This Winnie ornament was a gift from my mom. Clover wasn't yet 3 months old that Christmas, now look at her, bossin' me around, man time sure does fly.
Zephyr checking out the tree. This time last year he was just a wee kitten, who almost climbed his way to the top of our Christmas tree on multiple occasions. I'm not sure how it never toppled. Now he's this big fluffy white wintery creature. His thick winter coat has come in and he's so bright white that when he's out roaming in the yard at dusk or on a foggy day he practically glows, like an Arctic spirit kitty.
Clover and Buttercup, whose red nose got her a gig as stand-in for Rudolph :)
Annoying ornament hanging tendencies aside, it's pretty fun watching Clover really experiencing the magic of Christmas as her own autonomous little person for the first time. When this kid gets excited about something, her enthusiasm will light up a room. It's one of the things I adore most about her, and something tells me we're in for a very bright holiday season!