Camera trouble.
Well.
Memory card trouble.
My photos are gone.
And my computer can't read my memory card.
Technology . . . sheesh.
(It's probably the operator.)
So still no photos of new pieces.
(Pieces which I am QUITE excited about, by the way.)
I'll try again tomorrow.
Meanwhile, enjoy some stone photos that I already had lurking around my computer files.
A few of these have already been used,
but most are waiting patiently for 2010.
:)
In other news, the Monkey is feeling much better.
Gotta love that bubblegum flavored amoxicillin.
I think it makes him a bit silly, though.
Today he said,
"Mommy, Mason is a lollipop."
Okay, honey.
You're a lollipop.
Who refers to himself constantly in the third person.
What else?
I think I'm done shopping!!
Still have a bit of wrapping to do,
and I'm trying to make gifts for most of the women in my family . . .
I get into these sewing fits where I hand stitch a bunch of bandanas made from old t-shirts.
I wear bandanas all the time in the studio.
I'll show you one I've made sometime.
Sometime when my memory card is working.
Cotton-pickin' thing.
I guess I'm a bit chatty tonight, huh?
I get so giddy this time of year.
Mason and I laid for awhile under the tree earlier,
just peering up through the branches and lights.
How does that not remind you of being a kid?
I always feel a little wistful,
remembering how huge the tree used to seem as a kid.
Maybe that's why I still love the oversized, bushy ones that make no sense in our small living space.
It makes me feel small again.
I can lie down under it or reach up to touch an ornament and feel like a child.
I highly suggest you spend some time lying under your tree this year.
Especially if it's live.
The fragrance alone will carry you back.
Are you bored with my ramblings?
Here, have some more pictures.
I also get a little giddy around this time because Keith and I met at this time of year.
Four years ago tomorrow, actually.
We have a pretty good story, he and I.
Certainly with its highs and lows,
but a new romance paired with the magic of Christmas is enough to make a girl burst.
And I still feel a bit of that with each year we're together.
Alright, alright, I'm hushing now.
Off to work on some Christmas present producing and packaging.
I just want to say one last thing.
I really appreciate you all being out there.
There was a time when I never would have been able to imagine
forging friendships via a blog.
But every week that goes by and we chat,
or you write me,
or I read your words on your own blogs,
it just makes me more thankful for you.
More aware that you are real,
and friendships don't have to be physically visible.
And the world is a bit smaller than I thought.
And I'm not alone.
And we're all in this crazy, messy, wonderfully bizarre "living life" thing together.
Merry Christmas y'all.
xo
j
