comfy cozy are we

When I was a little girl, I hated Christmas night. It was such a letdown knowing that all the anticipation was over and I would have to wait a whole year. Now I think it's lovely. The house is quiet. I can reflect on the true meaning of the holiday. I can relax without feeling guilty that I'm not sewing. I can look at my pretty new books, like this one here, and wear my snuggly new bathrobe, and post on my poor neglected little blog. Our Christmas table was bedecked with this mushroom centerpiece from the December 2006 issue of Martha Stewart. The green tissue paper ones are candy favors. I had so much fun making this...I had forgotten how good life can be with glitter and a hot glue gun at Christmastime.
Merry Christmas to you and yours. God bless and keep you.

olive you sophie

A little Christmas present for Schnickelfritz... The pattern is from Wee Wonderfuls. Olive will be lonely for a while, as I have zero time to sew Archie right now, but I'm sure once Christmas day arrives she will be loved so much she won't even miss him.

I've been making some gift tags, too...
Sorry the pictures are so homely. They are lucky to even be posted, because I'm still crafting like a maniacal Christmas elf and rarely come up for air at all.

our christmas tree is on steroids

Remember when you were a little kid, and the tree always seemed gargantuan in proportion to yourself? That's how this tree makes me feel. I can just imagine how it seems to Sophie. It's been up for a week and she is still in awe of it. Frankly, so am I. In a good way. Hot chocolate by the tree. Life is so good.
After a day of blowup castle-jumping and Santa-visiting
I just realized this is turning into Sophie's blog. But what's a girl to do? It's not like I can go parading my Christmas crafts on here; the recipients might be lurking around. So humor me, please.