Christmas 2014

What I’m Listening to: ‘Can You Love Me Again’ by John Newman

(Note: I know it’s 2015, but I’ve just now awoken from my sugar coma so hush.)
Another Christmas has come and gone, the gifts are strewn all over the house, there are probably chocolate coins in the carpet and the place smells suspiciously like Love’s Baby Soft. Hmmmm.

That aside, I figured I would share some photos of my Christmas. I’m not turning this into a haul post, because no one actually likes those. (To anyone angrily saying that they do right now, just remember, everyone knows you’re lying. (And you probably smell like Love’s Baby Soft.))

The first thing I want to show y’all is how I wrapped the presents this year. I used three different types of high gloss plaid wrapping paper, soft caramel colored satin bows and handmade brown paper tags. If you’re wondering how long it took me, let’s just say I may be a season further on Bewitched than I was before I started. Let’s also leave it at that.

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Well, it’s been fun but I gotta go try to make some hot cocoa for my sugar hangover. “Hair of the dog” and all that.
Peace.
KJ

Christmas Tree Farm Fun

What I’m listening to: Jingle Bells by Bing Crosby

It’s that time of the year again, time for parties and laughter and advice columns overrun with tales of terrible in-laws. We’re a week from Christmas, so it was obviously time to go get a Christmas tree. (I’ll post photos of it decorated once it’s done.) Luckily we have high ceilings, because when we got there they were down to 10′ and over trees.

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The good news is, we found a tree. There is no bad news because it’s Christmas, we found a tree, and it fits under our roof.
Happy Holidays! (The tree is tipping dangerously. I gotta go)

KJ