This year my Christmas decorating is limited to a sole pair of sparkling snowflakes that my sister sent me. I'm noticing them in a way I wouldn't if they were next to all of the other ornament finery. I appreciate the the symmetry of each glittered curve and corner.
I lay on the couch in the hush of evening staring at them. My brain resting in the beauty of their geometric forms.
One thing led to another. The doilies came out. Pure meditation for the left brain. I'm thinking of ways to string these together and hang them. Off-white winter patterned perfection. First seen HERE. If I figure out a way to hang them all other activity at Moss Cottage will cease. I will be lost in a labyrinth of vanilla cotton.
Of course, there are far worse things in which one can become lost. And after all I do have the next 14 days of winter vacation to find my way back. And a brand new pair of fingerless gloves in case where I'm headed is cold.
My sister took pity on me and knit me up this pair of ravishing beauties. Yes, someone got a Christmas package delivered to their porch yesterday. Yes, someone opened it early. I tried to wait. I did. For 5 full minutes I tried.
I dig the sparse clean lines of Waterhalo's journal. There are hundreds of pages here. Have fun.