securities and exchange(s)

24 12 2009

Yesterday Shop Girl wanted to stop over at some friends’ house to invade their space for a mini photo shoot with Donny Diva acting as the talent.  It is the home of a family bound by deep love that exudes warmth and is a visual treat as well – given the creative souls that inhabit the dwelling.

On the Eve of this special day of the year that our society has duped us into thinking that it is all about the number of gifts under the tree or a “love” that has a price tag attached to it – I was reminded that some of the best gifts are homemade and humble.

Lacey paper snowflakes plastered over the windows cost a few sheets of paper.  Just think of it – we can be boring, flat, blank sheets of paper OR we can get folded, cut, have holes cut through our middles and really become a thing of beauty.

a basket of hand-knit goodness…

and a star wishing a “marry crismis to all you.”

I was talking to SisterSib this morning about the transitional stage of life we find ourselves in as our brood now have their own homes and spaces in which to create special memories with the ones they love.  Once Donny Diva is old enough – we’ll have some special something that will be imprinted in his memory bank about going to Momo’s and Papi’s at Christmas, but not this year.

Can you remember details of the last ten Christmases or even five or three?  A few are memorable but some…not so much.  What about all those people in a panic at the Mall right now spending money they don’t really have to spend on things that people don’t really need and by this time next year won’t even remember that they got?  Is THAT Christmas?

What I don’t wonder about is the security of the love my immediate and extended family share…that is enough gift exchange for me – thank you very much.

p.s.  In case any of you were following the cookie mystery of the last entry – she found them.  They were in a place she always kept cookies when she made large batches but I had obviously not looked carefully enough to see them in the cupboard.  Oh, and I was talking on the phone to Nascar Car last Sunday when I kept smelling something like the oven on in the kitchen.  When I got off the phone, I walked in to find I had boiled the teapot dry!  Who’s crazy now???

a Billy bird tree

7 12 2008

img_3879Yesterday I jinxed myself.  I said that I’d go to the farmer’s market for the tree only after making sure I had lights that worked.  Frankly, I’m just relieved that I’d even had that thought because it saved the day.  There were more strings of lights that didn’t work than ones that did.

If I bought a tree, I’d have to buy more lights and I’m not going there this year. It sounded to me like the beginning of If You Give a Mouse a Cookie. My heart wasn’t really in the whole rigamarole anyway.  You knew that. Two strings of lights are all that have survived so, one was assigned to the mantel with some greenery and the other – to the Billy Bird Tree.  

Somewhere, sometime at someone’s garage sale Billy got a bag full of tiny, little felt birds and last year I perched them on the Christmas tree.  I never put the tree away, I just moved it to the corner of the dining room.  That is the story of the last 12 months for me.  Mass chaos.

Funny thing though – late in the afternoon my phone rang and seeing her caller ID my heart jumped just a little wondering if something was wrong. No, she was just looking for her camera because the curious little black and white bird was back at the feeder.  We are trying to figure out if it is a chickadee or what.  I say it is the Billy Bird.

On my trip down here today I brought along a bag of moldy rolls to put out with the birdseed tomorrow.  If that bird pecks at that fuzzy stuff I’ll know for sure its him keeping track of whether or not I’m keeping up with my job of making sure that feeder is full.img_38761