Jane and I were a bit under the weather today, Jane much more so than I, but it was a good day anyhow. We're slowly finding our rhythm again. We played a lot, and I managed to get a lot done. Besides putting a bunch of ornaments back on the tree (over and over and over...that's why the glass ones didn't go on this year!) I turned in some job application materials, photographed and posted six items to my Etsy shop, and took some time to read some of this season's Rhythm of the Home. And now that I've read more of it, I'm even prouder to be part of it, if that's possible. Hopefully tomorrow I'll pull myself together and put the info up on my sidebar. I also received the name and address of the woman who won my gnome in the ROTH drawing, and I'm so excited to send it to her. I think of him as sort of a northwest-y gnome, and she lives in Vancouver, so that's nice.
In the photos I took today, which include Jane (with her runny nose and red eyes, poor baby) dancing to the Charlie Brown Christmas soundtrack with one of her babies; and Jane turning her head and closing her eyes to be photographed. She understands now that when a photograph is taken she can see it on the screen so she runs over before you can even take a shot. Stealthiness is required. Also, the new (to me) camera I'm using flashes a little strobe even if it doesn't use the flash and it bothers her eyes. So after many aggravating discussions and some tearful squinty photos she turned her head and closed her eyes, just right. Why? She REALLY wanted to see her own ponytail. You'll also see her in her kitchen sink, and planting paperwhites with me with the beautiful soil from our yard. And lastly, there's a picture of me after dinner one night shortly before the craft fair. Matt took it, and then said, "Ohhhh, that's a nice photo." It was either the look of love, or an indication of just how awful I'd been looking lately (look at the size of those circles!!!). I thought about it, and took it for the former. Lucky me.
Lastly, there's a photo from the other morning, taken off the back porch. Every day I think of leaving this house with sorrow. In the end, I'll be happy to go where the wind takes us. But right now, this is our home. Oh, I'll miss it so!