little houses I made a long time ago from a tutorial in a Martha Stewart magazine
for Christmas.
Time.
Hours to lay around watching
Elf with my family, eating plain cheese pizza made from Kadee's hands, peeling oranges fresh from the tree, drinking eggnog and enjoying Pam's coconut baby cakes.
Rainy afternoons warmed by the fireplace Dad built, wrapping presents with Mom and watching
Elf, again.
One whole evening with nothing else to do but decorate the tree, then fall asleep next to Case with the glow of Christmas lights softly illuminating the night.
Endless days of Sundays when places like the Post Office are closed and everyone knows the day is to rest.
Minutes that seamlessly pass into hours of knitting for no reason than just the satisfaction of the knit-knit-purl-knit-knit-purl.
The time to hibernate with Hermie like a wooly bear and her bear cub, to replenish, find new inspiration and catch up on all the sleep I missed this year.
12.07 to 12.11
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