I don’t like to take down Christmas lights until my birthday. No, my birthday isn’t in February. But it’s soon and I’m enjoying my late morning coffee all alone with the the lights blinking, just as lazy as these pictures make me seem. Thought I’d share these instagram glimpses into our Christmas and New Year. I say “our” but no one in my family really wants a picture of themselves on the internet… except the animals.
That’s the Provençal dough bowl my brother gave me for Christmas. It’s from the 1860s and the sort of thing I’d decorate a house around if I could. It’s beautiful, so of course she has claimed it.