Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts
Showing posts with label christmas. Show all posts

Thursday, December 24, 2009

a true white Christmas

Cecil and Percy were delighted to look out the window on this Christmas Eve to see SNOW!

SNOW SNOW SNOW LET IT SNOW!
White Christmas, anyone? Um... YES!

Brother spud Dan was being a silly and not going into the snow...

...making sister spud very sad indeed.

Cecil and Percy love snow even more than I do! They've sat in the window watching it ALL day.











I hope you are all tucked by a fire with your family this Christmastide.
(also hope you don't have a cold like I do)
This is our 200th post, and how lovely that it should be about my favoritest things of all... snow and Christmas!
Happy Christmas!

Tuesday, October 27, 2009

Etsy

I've been thinking of starting an Etsy shop, because I've become rather crafty of late. Unfortunately I haven't time to spare at the moment, but this is something I'm longing to do. Perhaps over Christmas break.

So many things are being pushed onto the "perhaps over Christmas break" list recently that I'm beginning to wonder if perhaps I'll be busier over Christmas break than I am during school.

If I did open an Etsy shop, I'd be selling things like headbands, curtains, throw pillow slipcovers, my monster dolls (they're really quite friendly and personable), and I've recently designed some rather delightful mobiles. I've got other ideas, but those are the ones I'm confident of right now.

Problems with this idea:
1. No time.
2. Whenever I create something I become so attached to it that I can't let it go. Because of this, things are looking frightful on the whole motherhood front.

Tuesday, December 02, 2008

A Christmas Carol, by G.K. Chesterton

The Christ-child lay on Mary's lap,
His hair was like a light.
(O weary, weary were the world,
But here is all aright.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's breast
His hair was like a star.
(O stern and cunning are the kings,
But here the true hearts are.)

The Christ-child lay on Mary's heart,
His hair was like a fire.
(O weary, weary is the world,
But here the world's desire.)

The Christ-child stood on Mary's knee,
His hair was like a crown,
And all the flowers looked up at Him,
And all the stars looked down

Saturday, December 23, 2006

so i was thinking about kiwis the other day.

they really are amazing.







merry Christmas Adam!