I was having trouble deciding what to get everyone for Christmas this year, so I decided to try making a few gifts. I'm no Martha Stewart, and in fact my family teases me mercilessly for my many failed and abandoned crafting projects. However, this year I actually accomplished all of my Christmas crafts! I'll be posting lots of photos of all of my projects after the holidays (so as not to spoil anyone's presents who may be reading this blog). For now, enjoy these photos from my recent trip to New York:
Now I realize I could be jinxing myself here, but if there is a sudden downpour of snow in the Denver metro area, I take no responsibility. However, it has not snowed, like really snowed, at all this year. Sure, there have been a few days with some random flakes, but last year we had feet of snow before Halloween. Feet, people! As of today, Dec. 13, there has been no real snow in town to speak of. I know it's coming, and I'm crossing my fingers that it doesn't come next week when I am trying to get back to Texas, but at the rate things are going, there may be more snow in Dallas than there is here (and that's really saying something). If you need some holiday cheer, you'll have to satisfy yourself with this photo from last year.
And just for fun, here's a photo of the boyfriend looking like that snow shovel guy that made me cry from Home Alone. He's digging out my shiny red car while I take photos, which is some great teamwork if you ask me.
"We were together. I forget the rest." -Walt Whitman
I don't think I've ever seen a quote that is more beautiful, or more heartbreaking.
Sundays are an odd sort of day. Sometimes they are for hymns and potluck dinners and family. Sometimes they are for sleeping in until noon and eating breakfast for lunch. Sometimes they are about housework and laundry and washing dishes. Sometimes they are for actively doing nothing at all. Today, Sunday was for...
Not sleeping in...
But having a vanilla latte to take the edge off.
Picking up my guitar after an extended break.
Watching an almost love story.
Looking up at the sunny sky through the trees.
Talking to my grandmother about the holidays, and gambling.
Dreaming about the future.
The smell of fajitas wafting in from the kitchen.
And going to bed early.