December 9? Really? Trouble. With a capital "T." And that rhymes with "tree" and that sounds like...well, tree. (My tribute to show tunes is a little spotty today.)
We actually bought the tree Sunday night for our city abode (that's where we host Christmas). And it's one big beauty. She's got her lights (thanks to Mike):
And two ornaments. Two.
Here's where the rest of the ornaments have been since Sunday when I pulled them out of storage:
Ugh! Maybe I can have a blog contest...winner gets to come decorate my tree?
And that tree photo is awful because I took it at dawn, which is the only time I'm home anymore. All work and no play is making Laura a dull and unproductive-in-matters-of-the-home girl.
The good news is, I did my holiday shopping throughout the year so no last minute shopping for me. The bad news is, I went back to my homeland this weekend where there were an inordinate number of flea markets and crafty good time holiday fairs. Talk about trouble!
This is my face upon realizing that most of the
(Photo by The Brother, who may have been guffawing at me at this point.)
I am so in love with it I've worn it every day this week.
Among the other highlights...
At one church's fair, there was an adorable older couple who sell the husband's paintings, mostly of east coast lighthouses and other beachy fare. I have a couple of his mini paintings already, and let me tell you the price is always right.
See these two paintings?
This was the price they were each marked:
BUT...since I liked both he said I could have the two for $20. Original art, people! I mean, really. I couldn't leave them there.
He also decoupages random clip art and old advertisements onto pieces of flotsam and jetsam:
At 25 cents each, these are cheaper (and more environmentally friendly) than greeting cards and that's exactly what I plan on using them as.
And, want to take a guess at who this was "SOLD" to?
I know. Shocking.
I have always wanted a punch bowl but thought it would be a storage issue. And you know what? It will be! But, I mean, three bucks for all this. (By the way there are actually 15 cups, despite what the sign says. I think perhaps math may not be an Episcopalian strong suit? My father, however was both an Episcopal and and accountant. But I digress...) How could someone like me (who clearly is one step away from being on that show Hoarders) walk away from it?
The punch bowl set will make its debut on December 20 at my annual cookie exchange party. Where...fingers crossed...I will also be selling some pieces from my debut sewing collection to help raise some money for the babies of Hudson Cradle, my favorite charity. So if you're in the market for made-with-love (but not necessarily with talent) crafty bits, have I got the item(s) for you!
So two questions:
1. What kind of punch do I make?
2. Are you planning on being near Hoboken, NJ, on December 20? If so the cookie party is the place to be, and the more the merrier!
I'll even pour you some punch.