And, we’re back!
I took a break from blogging over Christmas. I’m sure you’re not surprised. I can’t promise that I’ll be a more regular blogger in the new year. There’s change in the air around here and I’m not sure how much I’ll be able to continue to focus on developing this space.
Then again, whenever I say that, I always seem to discover a hidden bit of motivation that pushes me along for another couple months. Fickle me.
Did you have an excellent Christmas? This was our first Christmas on our own, so it was a little odd and a little wonderful, and a little lonely, and a little perfect all wrapped up in one. I know. A Christmas of contradictions. See, we usually spend the weekend before Christmas with the Husband’s family and Christmas and Boxing Day with my family. But, since my brother got married and my sister had a baby, and since everyone lives so far away, this was the first year, the inevitable year, that no one came home to Ontario. My parents took the opportunity to escape all the artificial busyness of Christmas (and a little family drama) and skipped the province.
It was different. It was a little weird. It felt like Thanksgiving, not Christmas. But at the same time, it was nice. We went to our own church for the first time in the two years we’ve been married. We opened our gifts together after a quick lunch. We had chicken and mashed potatoes and honey glazed carrots and apple parsnip soup and apple pie with a pretty lattice top to finish it all off. The dogs had some delicious frozen soup bones.
And now, we have leftovers. Lots and lots of leftovers!
I do most of my clothing shopping around Christmas time. I’m not sure why exactly. Probably because everyone else is shopping around Christmas time. Also, probably because things are on sale. I love a good sale. So, naturally, two days after Christmas, I’ve been feeling the shopping bug a bit. I’m not so big on the crowds that exist in shopping malls around Christmas time though, so I’ve been satisfying my urges with Pinterest.
Over and over again, this is the look that’s catching my eye:
Skinny jeans or pants, tall boots, a loose sweater, and a scarf to top it all off. Comfortable, warm, pretty.
One of these days I’ll get to the mall.
Since welcoming Kingsley home, our couch has, well… suffered. Mocha already did a number on it, and then there was that time when Mark leaned his full weight onto the arm and snapped the frame. But now, with Kingsley’s claws flying, it’s no longer pretty, nor comfortable.
But, We’re in a bit of a difficult spot. He’s not grown up enough yet to trust him with anything nice. This means we’re not about go out and buy our forever couch, the beautiful chesterfield I’ve had my eye on for a long time. We want something cheap, something that looks good, something that’s comfortable, and something that will hold up to the abuse of two dogs, two people and a cat with grace and dignity.