I sat down yesterday and looked over my list of things I needed to get done and felt a little panicked. Determined not to spend the holidays chained to the sewing machine, I decided to get serious about checking things off my list. Today I was in the zone. No one was home that needed my attention (except the four legged ones), so it was all about me and the sewing machine. I finished not one, but two purses and a craft apron. A couple more days like today and I'll have my head above water. That'll feel good. As the holidays approach I am more and more aware that there won't be many more holidays with all of us living under the same roof. It happens in the blink of an eye, really. It sounds cliche, but it's so true. It takes my breath away when I think back. Just yesterday I was just a baby myself. A baby with a baby. Why wasn't I completely paralyzed with fear. I guess you just don't know what you don't know, and that's a good thing sometimes. Now my babies are 16 and 19, trying to find their way in this world, a world that doesn't make it easy. How I love them. How I miss the days when I could kiss away their boo-boos. This holiday season, I hope we can slow down a little and enjoy each other's company, continue old traditions and maybe start some new. Spend less time fighting the crowds shopping and more time making cookies, riding around looking at Christmas lights, making homemade gifts. That's my mission, to make this season special. Oh, I know better than to have postcard images of that perfect Christmas. That'll never happen, but I do want to slow down and enjoy our less than perfect Christmas. Take it all in and make the most of it. Yes, a few more days in my sewing groove and I may be ready to think about doing some baking. That is if the day time temperatures get below 70.
Toby wasn't the cutest pup in the house tonight, and he didn't like it. My niece Juliana turned 7 yesterday and got a puppy for her birthday.
Too much cuteness for one picture, huh?