This past weekend, I spent a great deal of time on the holiday decorations. I don't know why I still do it; no one comes over for dinner or parties. But I have boxes of stuff I like looking at for a while every year, so I do it.

I put a tree up mostly so it would decorate the door. It made adding ornaments easy, since I only had to fill one side of the tree! This year it is decorated with a collection of ornaments that look like children's toys. My brother gave them to me when I was first married. They make the inner 6 year old smile.

The mantle always has the "opulent ornaments" on it, but this time of year, I add the ones that looks more Christmasy. (Spell check doesn't like that word!)
The newest ones are two I had every intention of finishing last year, then ran out of time.

It's very hard to get a picture that does them justice since you need to see them sparkle
I have had some issues with my sewing machine over the past few months, so I finally took it in for service last week (and that is another story, sadly. I'll share it when I know how it ends). The problems I've had had kind of taken the joy out of sewing. So, even when I have a bit of time, I procrastinate.



So we're back to needing to call write and protest over things like drilling in the ANWR and giving all of my money to the wealthiest Americans. I feel a little sick and pretty hopeless again. Keep shouting, making noise, contributing to the causes you support, sending letters and postcards. Our voices MUST be heard!!
I am grateful for:
Little bits of creative time
As always, play time with the grands.
A really good night's sleep.
A boss who understands that some days I'll be reading the news (or shopping) at work.
Leftovers
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