On Thanksgiving Day, Alex and I finished preparing a few dishes and I made some bread before heading up to the homestead with the kids. After getting home with my camera, I was disappointed that I didn't get better photos of the day. I've reconsidered that perspective, however, seeing how a picture is worth a thousand words or some such thing, right? I know on my side of the family, we would have been invoking Eunice of Mama's Family. Some of us had naps, some of us
Friday morning, we jumped right into clearing out the living room (as my friend Rachael, said, it's fortunate our living room fits in our dining room) so that we could begin painting. And this is where I've been for the last five days. I've had a chest cold also, and trying to stay focused while painting twenty four shutters has been tedious, but it will be worth it when it's done. And it's almost done. At least that's what I keep telling myself, as I paint more trim.
The kids have had their own projects, too.
It might seem like odd timing to begin a home project, but it's actually worked out well, what with all the leftovers in the fridge, the need to do a holiday deep clean anyway, and the prize of refreshed spaces as we make Yule in our home.