Here I am, on the Monday after Christmas, hoping that your holiday held something of everything you had wished for.
I always say that that these few days, the ones after, are the best of the year. We're glad to be in each other's company, after months of emails, and we're happy to just sit. And eat, of course, and enjoy, and look back.
Little E's Winter Wonderland lasted until Christmas Eve night, when it was happened upon by a dog looking for a midnight snack; and Granny's teeth ended up in the back of the fire on Christmas Day, mistaken for some cake crumbs wrapped in a napkin. But at least now we'll have a story or two to laugh about next year. And use for a layout.
We headed to Granny's the day after Christmas, for her annual Boxing Day Book Opening. In November she goes through her catalogues and chooses bargains, all carefully matched to each member of the family. Can you tell?
Have a great week! More soon. Today I'm putting on my new Batman tshirt and recycling the wrapping paper. Maybe.