...you know the rest.
The song always reminds me of my dear old Daddy ... it was one of his standards. But he preferred singing it the rest of the year, because apparently nothing tortures little girls more than daddies who sing and whistle Christmas songs in the summertime. I'd roll my eyes over the top of my glasses and shout, "Daaaaddy! It's Juuuuuune!" and stomp away in exasperation. He'd bow his head and tuck in his chin to really croon those low notes Dean-o style. There was a cute little dance he'd do along with it, too. I thought I hated it, but I didn't; I cherish every charmingly corny detail of those memories now.
Although it took me a while to catch up with the rest of the world this year, it finally started looking a lot like Christmas around here this past week. I've had my head tucked away here in the office, scrambling toward multiple client deadlines. But I do realize my blog is way past due for something festive to look at, so I'll at least share a couple super quick peeks around the living room - not the greatest shots, but they'll have to do for now!
For some reason I thought that by this little square on the calendar that I would have already sewn a couple dozen Sweatercats and pairs of At The Lake jammie-pants by now, had my way with those lumps of Paperclay that still sit sealed in their shipping box somewhere around here, and be spending my days baking goodies like this, or this, or this, or this, or at least one of these, making tags, embellishing packages. Yeah right, flitting about with my hair done, wearing a perky little apron.
Hey, lookie there, it's another thing I thought I'd have finished long ago! So in lieu of any additional self-abuse, I think I'll get up from the computer for the first time in several days and get to something more practical and hopefully more festive.
I do hope you're all enjoying the season! Merry Happy Everything, everyone!