It's no secret, everyone that knows me knows that I am the family jackdaw...anything bright shiny or glittering and I'm a major interest. !!!! I'm not a great jewellery adict, sentimental means more than expensive BUT if there's an Avon ring that sparkles, I can lust after it till the brochure goes on the fire !! Stores with Christmas lights / decorations and I wander around like a kid in a candy store, Greg gets a kick out of the expressions on my face ( then he goes into tremors as his wallet goes into shock !!!!). I love just driving around and watching the Christmas lights adorning the houses, different colors, twinkling and shining in the night. I have boxes of Christmas STUFF, all of them my treasures, all of them so special but I know that I'm outgrowing my space. How do I decide what isn't " needed" any more ? I pull each ornament out of its box, I remember where we got it, who we got it from and when we got it, how can I part with anything ??!! All through the year on my Goodwill forays, little (and not so little treasures arrive via the sale bin.) Right now, all my Christmas stuff is all over the living room floor, it's waiting for the time that I can start to transform our lounge into a Christmas grotto..and I'm waiting for the christmas fairy to wave her wand and find me the time !!!! Red green and gold....blue and silver....pink and maroon, ....whats my color (colour for my Brit critics) theme, decion decision, life's tough ! A VERY SPECIAL person in our lives wants to see Christmas down at the barn...the Christmas grinch has capitulated ( I think it was after sampling the hot spiced wine, well you can't tell it's ok after just one cup, can you ?) so at this very moment in time he is buried head first in my light box ( it's a BIG box). I've got cookies to make but I can't make them too soon, Greg is a cookie monster and they'd all be gone by the weekend. I have to have a good long afternoon too, 'cause every disaster has to be disposed of so I don't have to admit to it. The chickens think it's great ( brownie flavoured eggs to follow the pumpkin eggs from Halloweens trick or treat...I treat them to pumpkin...they treat me to an egg...or they are soup !! I'm tough...NOT !!) I hid charcoal burnt ones once in the garage and Greg presented them to my mother in Law, he paid for that for a loooooong time! Moms a super cook .Oh well, I can see light on the horizon, better go and start putting on layers,...Christmas will have to wait. Take care, M
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