This year the run up to christmas has been all about wrapping presents, drinking wine, ever-so-much sun, family decorations, watching Q.i., making Candy Cane Biscotti, and herding runaway caterpillars.
Our tree is a family history of christmases.
Ever so old baubles made by my grandma using sequins and polystyrene balls. And a crochet angel from which the starch has disappeared.
She now appears to be sleeping. Yawning. Not exactly caroling.
And scary scary decorations in the mall.
Well, mainly just the one extra scary decoration:
It’s all I see when I close my eyes!
This morning my sisters and I all got up at different times and didn’t really see each other before leaving the house.
About an hour after we’d been all home together we kind of looked at each other and realised:
We’d all managed to choose some kind white tee shirt and jeans.
Spooky in a not very interesting kind of way.