Somewhere in the whirl that kicked in around Thanksgiving and hasn’t let up since, I came upon an honest to goodness brown-paper package tied up with string. It seemed like a time-traveler from another era–if you’ve ever been there, think Yum Yum Shop in Wolfeboro NH, back before they switched over to the stretchy plastic thingies to secure their boxed cookies. The memories provoked by this classic Sound of Music lyrical prop have stuck with me, lo these many busy weeks. And more than once, it has reminded me of the magic of simple things– the joy that comes with giving, and the happy anticipation of a loved one’s delight, which all by itself is a gift given in return.
This being the season of gifts wrapped, one way or another, and favorite things all around, now seems like the perfect moment to devote a post to the verse I might someday add to Rogers and Hammerstein’s classic song.
A whole new source of seasonal joy, and a complete throwback to my youth: stamps from the grocery store checkout, gathered and pasted into little booklets, just like the S&H green stamps we hoarded when I was growing up. They earned me some nice new kitchenware.
I’m loving the floors in my house these days, big time. These rugs are the result of a bold and lucky guess, that the colors in the tiny Crate and Barrel website photo were accurate. I’m also exceedingly happy that my contractor talked us into refinishing all the wood floors, and adding radiant heat beneath the kitchen and master bath floors. Whole new world of cozy and warm around here.
I’ve always loved the old-fashioned doorbell we installed two renovations ago. People kept pressing the lit-up electric doorbell because, well, that’s what they knew to do. But the electric doorbell finally went kaput. So I’ve added some explanatory signage, and am now enjoying the trill of a real bell whenever our mailman needs my signature.
Greetings in the Christmas card bowl, from near and far. Lots of wedding photos amongst the group shots. I know it’s horribly old school, but I do love this season of envelopes dropping through the mail slot, filled with news from friends and family, across the miles and the years. A variation on brown paper packages tied up with string.
Happy Holidays, one and all.