The monday-after-Thanksgiving-blues have hit me hard this year. A wonderful time spent with family, food, sports, church, Christmas decorating, more food, meaningful conversations, shopping, movie watching and more food. And then, everyone leaves. Whenever my son has been home for a few days and goes back to college I experience the same feelings I did when he first left. I know it's silly, but it happens every time.
The house is 99% ready for Christmas. The mice have found their way on to my sewing room tree and I just love them! I don't know what it is about mice, but they stir a long lost memory from my childhood and speak to my heart (especially ones in pretty dresses!) The 1% of Christmas left to decorate is my front door. There will be no handmade wreath from my FIL this year and I have to go find a replacement, and honestly, it's hard.
I broke my self-imposed rule of no fabric purchasing. My daughter and I went to check on the competition for the Gingerbread House contest and stopped in at my favorite store (note to self: do not stop in to said favorite store). This fabric is not my "style" at all and I just fell in love. So, some for me and some for a special gift. As for the contest, a professional cake decorator and GBH contest goer has entered a spectacular (and I mean spectacular) house so we are toast. The judging is this week, but really, we've already won our prize. In the end, I wouldn't trade that time with my daughter for anything.
Joyfully,
