these guys get to live outside of a box. Isn't that a shame? I mentioned before that my friend's mom was an avid stitcher of Santas (and so much more). She moved to a small home in the city and converted the smallest bedroom into her stitching studio. The tiny room had a large comfy chair, a maple desk covered with project filled baskets, wallpaper featured a miniature red design, the corner hutch was filled with stitched Santas. Red accents and upholstery against cream and tan, you couldn't help but feel good when entering. Even though the Santas were plentiful, the room didn't look seasonal because they blended so well with the color and needlework theme of the room. Thirty some years ago and I still remember it.

So here's a look at some of my favorites, you've seen them before, that will be going back into their box soon.

I would love to take the trees down as some do the next day, but Mark does not agree. Carole calls every day to see if I'm feeling better, if plans for our family Christmas dinner are made . I would prefer Monday but with a mid afternoon doc appointment, that won't work. So I guess it will be new year's eve and day.
Petey boy is sitting right at the corner of my door and stretching his neck to look inside. He stretched his massive gut across a thin fence rail in the nice weather yesterday. The orange cat we saw him roaming with months ago, is now his enemy. He goes after him every time and we have no idea who he belongs to.
Holidays during the week really mess up our day clocks don't they? I just saw the mail delivery truck, so I guess it's not Sunday. Yay! My back scratcher should be in my mail box. I couldn't believe how difficult it was to find a decent one. Added to an order from Kohl's, I got two, anxious to see the quality.
Hope your weekend is relaxing and wonderful.
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