I'm putting my frowny Christmas face on hold for a minute. Thank you Isa, the hike in the gorgeous Santa Monica mountains, the California warmth, bright blue sky and funny gossips helped, as did Excedrin Migraine, the one and only.
(New slipcover on my ikea couch, ladies! White coat of paint on the coffe table, a kite found for $12 at cost plus and voila my new décor.)
This afternoon I guiltily unpacked my teeny-tiny tree from its box in the garage. I don't have ornaments so I made a few with whatever I had on hands and had tons of guilty fun doing it.
Yes my friends, this year again is another botched attempt at reconciling Christmas and Hanukkah in my head and feeling guilty in two religions.
I laugh at this... our dog manages to be in every picture but I don't see it until later. Maybe she was signaling to me that the broom was also going to be in the picture. Ah!
I made those with silk paper and styrofoam...call me Martha. And was careful to put the menora and the tree in separate rooms so that they don't have to look at each other.
My husband is not with us for Christmas. No sweat off his back as he does not wring his hands over religious holiday identity as I do... and has the nerve to be out of state working on a documentary of poverty in America, thus totaly robbing me of my right to feel sorry for myself at Christmas time. Grrr.
I wish you all a happy, merry, holy everything lovely.