The tree is up. The lights were their usual pain in the butt, but this year I had help!
Normally, I do the tree on my own as my boys (hubby included) always hated the process. My future daughter-in-law, on the other hand, normally helps her mom set up their tree in Germany and so she wanted to help me with mine. Where the girl goes, the boy goes so I had two helpers with the assembly of the tree.
The hubby will gravitate towards groups so once the hockey game on TV was over, he came to help too. He did battle with the lights that were not working (he had to concede victory to 3 strands that refused to light.)
The youngest happened to walk by at the ornament stage and he stayed to help with that. So this year I got to tell the stories of where all the ornaments came from instead of reliving it all by myself. Many hands make light work. (Pun intended).
Ginger, in the foreground, had not noticed that her “boyfriend”, in the mid-right of the picture, is back. She has now…cue sexy time music. Stupid dog.
My last post was about my Halloween costume and my little dog Ginger was in the photo.
One of my (4) readers commented that I needed a lint roller to remove a lump of fluff at the hem. When I read the comment, I was only half way through my morning coffee and so my mind went to the fact that the photograph was taken after wearing the dress for 8 hours at work. I actually thought I had picked up some dirt from the floor and dragged it home. I then remembered the “dirt” was already at home waiting for me. My reader will be pleased to know the fluff is now off my hem and on the couch with me.
Sorry for the shaky picture. Half a cup of coffee to go….!
The hat for my Spanish inspired dress is done-for real. Background info: I had considered a shape like a Spanish Flamenco dancer might wear, but couldn’t find any evidence that this would have been done so I opted for the cute little number I have been showing you. I wasn’t happy with my first version and came up with a few ideas that might fix it. I decided most of the ideas were too labor intensive for very little return and just went with the one glaring problem…the lace.
I didn’t like the sharp angle of the bend and decided a curve would be more effort but definitely nicer.
I didn’t swap the flowers out for smaller ones (because I didn’t have any) but I did take the ones off of the back and went for a bow instead.
I’ve decided I’m not young or dainty enough to pull off “cute” hats-the Flamenco style would have suited my face so much better-to bad I could find no evidence of this style of hat for women in the 1860’s. Note to self, steer clear of cute inspirations and move towards dignified or dramatic! Leave cute to the dog!
*This poor dog is in dire need of a groomer but her groomer takes the weekends off in summer and I have no way to take her during the week. She still is cute to me!
Sometimes you just need to lay on the floor with your dog.
And bask in the glow of their love.
While I was slaving away at work yesterday (Saturday), my pooch was in the lap of luxury.
Nothing like a vigorous tummy rub to get one all relaxed.
Here is my sweet puppy lounging with Dad
Here is Dad taking advantage of her sweet nature and relaxed state!
I could really do without all the bustle of Christmas…I really could. But I do enjoy it when all the work starts to pay off. The gatherings. (Our clan heads out onto the lake for some hockey before dinner). The “Yessss” feeling when you get or give the perfect gift. The food, mmmmmm. Last night was one of those times. I am content.