Loving. Grateful. Two of my favourite things. Wrapped up in the Season of Giving which began, officially, yesterday.
Usually I am the biggest Christmas-lover of the lot. My enthusiasm is usually unmatched, my plans for Christmassy doings, endless. But this year I've found myself going, Meh.
Maybe because it only seems like six weeks ago that we packed away our baubles, took down our Tree.
Whatever the reason I've found myself cringing at the sight of the Mall decked out in red and gold, wincing at Christmas gift catalogues in the post.
Until last night.
I bought a few things - couldn't resist these door hangers. They smell like Christmas, spicy and full of cloves. You walk into a room and catch a whiff of the season. I have plans to make some more with my trusty needle and thread.
I am loving my Christmas doorhangers.
Oh and we ordered a Tree. A real live pine tree that stands taller than me.
We pick it up on Sunday and I am so excited. Soon our whole house will smell like Christmas.
memories we made there. A perfect combination, don't you think?
Meg. It's so funky, so cool, so very, very Meg.
And I love my house. I love the diamond-paned windows. I love that its old and warm and lived-in.
I am so so grateful to have this home, full of things that mean so much to me. Things collected from my life, things gifted by people I love. I love that every time I go away I am always glad to come back. Our kitchen may not be state of the art. My dishwasher may be on the blink and my bathroom floor may be wonky, but it's home.
And we'll be home for Christmas. With a piney tree. And clove-scented doorhangers. And family.
Bring it on.
Linking up with the queens of Love and Gratitude...