A new year, a new month, and I’m already behind in my posting here!
So far, January 2013 has gone fairly smoothly. David was here until last Saturday, when we took him back to Phoenix. His classes began yesterday. We all got new phones and man, the learning curve on them is going to be steep. Less than twenty-four hours after activating mine, I had already unwittingly dialed someone. How embarrassing!
I did make some New Year’s Resolutions and also picked out my One Little Word for 2013, but I’m not quite ready to post about them. Maybe later this week.
For today, you get pictures!
The view from my driveway this morning, just as the sun was coming up (which was 7:35 a.m.):
And my pretty Christmas display using the Winter Garden Runner I crocheted last summer:
This sits on the ledge above the kitchen sink that divides the kitchen and living room. I didn’t intend for the runner to be a holiday runner, but it certainly works well that way! I need to pack away my Christmas decorations, but I am tempted to leave this little display out a bit longer. What do you think?
In the continuing quest for contentment, I decided to do more decorating for the holiday season. Christmas used to be my favorite time of year as a child, and not for the gifts. It was more the general feeling of happiness and joy that people seemed to have during this time of year. Of course, as a child, I wasn’t aware of the stress and sadness that adults often feel at Christmas time.
What I remember with the rose-colored glasses of time are the sights and smells and sounds of Christmas: the decorations, inside and outside, that turned a normal house into a twinkling wonderland; the smells of homemade cookies and pies and candies; the sounds of Christmas music everywhere. I especially remember Christmases on Nutt Road, the house where I lived as a teen. My stepmother Norma always went all out for Christmas.
In an effort to recreate some of that nostalgic feeling, I wanted a centerpiece for my dining room table and not just a poinsettia, which seems to be what I always end up with. I wanted something that I could use year after year. I spent a couple of hours last Saturday wandering the stores in town trying to find what I was picturing in my mind – something with a hurricane candle and greenery – with no luck. Then I spent another hour on Google and discovered that I could have what I was picturing, for a hefty price! But some time spent on Pinterest looking at centerpieces and I decided I had most of what I needed to make my own, albeit not with a hurricane candle. All I needed to buy was some candy canes, which I buy each year anyway.
I took my clear glass trifle dish, filled it with several strings of beads, and then stuck candy canes into it.
What do you think?
I suspect by the end of December that the centerpiece will have fewer candy canes, especially with David coming home next week!
Candy canes go very well in mocha, don’t ya know?
On my walk yesterday I noticed several pyracantha bushes. We had a huge pyracantha growing at the house I lived in during my teen years in New York.
It grew right outside our kitchen eating area and the birds loved it during the winter!
It’s funny, though. I remember the Christmases of my teen years with great fondness and nostalgia, and yet those Christmases were precisely why I purposely toned down my Christmas efforts as an adult. It always seemed like my younger siblings had a hard time coping with all the build-up of Christmas and by mid-Christmas day, after all the presents had been opened, there was a pervasive feeling of disappointment, as if the reality could never quite match the fantasy. Sometimes, though, I really miss that full-blown fantasy!