Years and years ago, my good friend Karen and I had a great idea after I showed her my Martha Stewart Christmas magazine. We would craft and cut and glue and sparkle and make cute little Christmas towns. We did this for hours, both happily wrapped up in Christmas, and we probably had Bing Crosby’s White Christmas cranked (Or possibly Alvin & The Chipmunks) along with
half a dozen rye and cokes steaming mugs of cocoa. And maybe some chips and dip.
Of the many things we had in common, our love for All Things Christmas was a biggie.
Many evenings later we finished them. We each had made a little town, complete with trees, “snowy” roofs and glittery walls.
I’m not sure where my village went. I might have tossed it out during the 4237 times I have moved in the past ten years.
I wonder if Karen’s village is still kicking around somewhere.
Anyhow, I shall resurrect Martha Stewart’s Winter Village this year. With the help of my fabulous daughter. And it will be awesome.
I sure miss my friend. XOX
This is probably one of our first family photos ever. I don’t think we have too many, usually it’s just me going nuts with the camera featuring Dustin and Lily. This was taken at Dustin’s brothers wedding last weekend. It was beautiful, and Lily was such a good girl that weekend. She even slept. IN A HOTEL ROOM. Where there are no white noise machines or walls separating us. Or black out curtains. But she did pretty well, and I think this bodes well for the future and calls for more Leaving The City For A Few Days trips. Also in this photo, I’m wearing a dress for the first time since elementary school. I hate dresses but this one was comfy and reminded me of a silky fancy housecoat/robe thing. Pretty sure Dustin has had a few dozen Boh’s by this point…
super amazing scribble
The photo with Just the marker, hands and feet? Her very first scribble ever. EVAAAAAA. That means this thing is getting mounted and framed and will probably be put on display in the New York Metropolitan Museum Of Art. LOOK AT THAT SCRIBBLE! Look at the lines and the depth and the EMOTION that radiates from that piece! It’s pretty fackin’ magical, if you ask me. See how she holds the marker and smashes in to the paper, adding texture and originality with every crude stroke. She may have prefered another medium but she never uttered a word, she handled those magic markers like they were extensions of her fingers. A-MAY-ZING, I know. And I grew her!