The Most Wonderful Time

Guess who had three cups of coffee tonight at the party? This girl.

The big man and the mini-men are a-bed. The big man finished up his ER rotation tonight, and the mini-men partied hard. The miniest (am I losing you?) napped mid-party, but Kingston…well, the guy knows how to socialize. Hanging with the kids freaked him out so he stayed up with the adults, flirting, chatting, drinking eggnog. At the end of the night he was happily camped out on the sofa between two ladies, having a blast. Hoo boy.

This is our first Christmas here at the new place. Have to admit, I wasn’t too fond of the idea of decorating, since I’m still just decorating the house for, you know, the other 11 months of the year. Turns out this house looks quite charming with her hypothetical halls bedecked.

It’s so interesting seeing people’s trees on my newsfeed. Christmas trees are like handwriting:  personal, tell-tale. My tree has colored lights, because that’s what I grew up with and it just seems more warm and familial. Here’s some snaps of my decor this year. Enjoy the dying days of Christmas beauty before the LED craze brings the entire country down… the visual equivalent of “Grandma Got Run Over By a Reindeer.”

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Admired my friend’s little birds, so she gave me one. 🙂

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The strand of stars and the little ornaments are from Germany. My Mother In Law just brought them.

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The bark reindeer and candle, also gifts from Germany. The white deer head from my friend.

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And angel from Kenya

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This ceramic tree is from my Grandma. She loved Christmas. I love having a piece of her Christmas in mine now.

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“Come Adore”

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How awesome are these guys? From the same friend mentioned above. 🙂 Where would my Christmas be without her? 🙂 The mushroom is from Ikea.

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The mantel. Stockings hand-knit by an aunt. Pictures of my babes at Christmas-time. Nativity from-guess?? My Christmas-loving friend.

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the Treeeeee!

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Sometimes ugly people have really wonderful personalities. My postman isn’t doing so fabulous in either direction. The thing is,  the situation has so much potential! My post office is within walking distance… I was raised in the suburbs so the idea of walking to the post office is inherently charming. Secondly, I’m mailing off artwork in mis-shapen brown packages. Thirdly, the building is old, there’s a pretty decent mural of some past war (complete with naked indian fannies) and there’s just one window with one postman. Imagine if he were a charming old gentleman, or a rosy laughing lady. I could bake them something. Bring them coffee. Or a balloon on their birthday. Maybe if I bring my postman a balloon, he won’t ask me if I want overnight after I tell him “Nothing special.” 

But what does this have to do with Lingonberry sauce? Nothing. But aren’t you glad you know about the Indian fannies? 

On Monday, my friend and I loaded the backseat of my car with small humans and set off for Ikea. It’s a bit of a hike–3 hours or so–from here, and near family. My parents drove up from SC to babysit some of the kids, and the sister and sister-in-laws rallied to join in the fun. It was fun,tiring, profitable… messed up on only 4 exits the whole trip (!). Two wailing babies in the back, trend-setting for each other. Had coffee 4 times. 

Today, my husband asked me if I bought the whole store. Blush. Yes. 

Want to see my loot? Here’s some of it. Blush. You may enjoy Ikea vicariously through me. And vicariously gain weight on the meatballs. 

We started our day with meatballs...

We started our day with meatballs…

Lingonberry. And of course, one must always buy candles. Soon, I will host a dinner party with homemade bread and this jar of goodness.

Lingonberry. And of course, one must always buy candles. Soon, I will host a dinner party with homemade bread and this jar of goodness.

Fake sheepskin for the teepee.

Fake sheepskin for the teepee.

Soup&salad bowls. And one can never leave Ikea without at least one basket with a couple Vs and an Umlaut in the name...

Soup&salad bowls. And one can never leave Ikea without at least one basket with a couple Vs and an Umlaut in the name…

Ikea, the savior of the stained, ugly cotton comforter...

Ikea, the savior of the stained, ugly cotton comforter… (our guest-room.)

And another pillow sham...

And another pillow sham…

We squeezed a grandfather clock in our tiny living- room. Who knew.

We squeezed a grandfather clock in our tiny living- room. Who knew.

Exhausted.

Exhausted.

 

what I’ve said before…