Cookies, cookies, cookies. Everyone’s all about the cookies right now. Baking them, eating them, gifting them. I’ve never been much of a cookie maker (although I love to consume them), except for the winter I was pregnant with Kellan…
Archive for December, 2009
Well, here we go. Just a few more days until Christmas. I have a few more things to wrap, some Santa gifts to assemble, a Christmas party to attend and some housecleaning/grocery shopping/cooking/baking to do. Easy, right? Honestly, I need a nap just thinking about all of it.
I once bought a “lavender laundry sachet” at a sidewalk faire for about 12 bucks. This year, I thought I would make some to give away as Christmas gifts, for just a fraction of the price.
What is a lavender laundry sachet, you ask? Well, much like a fabric softener sheet, it’s something you throw in the dryer with sheets or towels to give them the subtle fragrance of relaxing lavender.
One of the first things people notice about my family is that Kellan looks noticeably different from his parents in one key area — his hair. He is very blonde.
Whoops. We thought Santa Claus would be at Macy’s on Sunday, but he apparently took the day off.
I learned two things…
Perhaps you recall my magazine addiction. I LOVE them. I love how they feel, I love how they smell — yes, I said smell — I love everything about them. And when I see a nice, locally produced magazine it’s like I’m a moth drawn to a flame.
I have a bulimic cat. Some people laugh at this, but others — who have known a bulimic cat or two in their lives — know exactly what I’m talking about. I also once had a cat with AIDS, but that’s an entirely different story.
In my mind, the next best thing to a funny typo is a funny fortune cookie. And boy, have I had my fair share. Which makes me wonder. Are all the good fortunes taken? Are the fortune writers struggling to come up with new ones? Is that why I get ones like “Go ahead and be as sexy as you can?” Or is it just my karma that I just keep getting all the bizarre/weird fortunes?
There is exactly one part of the year during which I love the door of my entryway coat closet. Most of the time, it’s just something I try to ignore. But during the holiday season, the 70’s-esque slatted door becomes a charming Christmas card display that couldn’t be easier to set up. All is takes is some pretty ribbon, some clothespins and a bunch of decorative cards.
Phew. I just got some of my Christmas shopping done — not all of it, but some. And even though I never really left the comfort of my laptop, I am totally drained. It was intense. I always overanalyze purchases, but I think I’m even worse when I’m shopping for someone else.
This Christmas is going to be so fun. Kellan really gets the concept of Santa this year, and this is the first year that he’s asking for specific gifts from the big man. He is so thrilled, which makes me feel giddy too!
But there’s one leeeetle issue. Kellan’s Christmas list. He’s not asking for a lot, but the two things he wants are real doozies, in my opinion…