Filler
I am not miserable, however, partly because I'm not a deer or a crow or any other non-hibernating, non-migrating Wisconsin creature, and partly because I've almost all my Christmassing ready. Gifts nearly all wrapped; cookies baked (they'll be smeared with frosting and sprinkled exuberantly with colored sugar, red hots and colored balls by the small girl, later today). I work tomorrow and then not until the day after New Year's.
That said, and in keeping in the tradition of happy, sappy holiday stuff; trying to witter on about something that I've not wittered on about over the past 3+ blogging years, I think I'll just go on about my favorite Christmassy things: Da ornaments, shall I?
I shall.
We've scads. I'm a bit of a junkie, as you've seen. We've the entire collection of porcelain Rudolph the Red Nosed Reindeer figures. (I think there are a dozen in all.) We've silk fruit bought in Japan by my mother when we were stationed there 40 years ago. We've glass and glitter and those pretty eggs. I'm a sucker for the sparkly and shiny. My very most favorite, though?
So glad you asked; you're always so obliging.
This biplane made of some sort of resin-y material makes me giggle. It's translucent and shimmery, (Joy!) and the propeller and wheels turn. I've a bit of a collection of them, including a lute and a banjo.
This lovely, large glass ball encases gold-accented, glass figures of Mary, Joseph and the angel around the baby in a manger. I wish I could make things of this delicacy and beauty, but if I could, I guess I'd not be curled up on the couch with the smell of cookies in my nose, but in a dark, 3rd world studio covered with burn scars. So I'll just buy them when I find them and encourage the exploitation of 3rd world artisans. Jesus would be pleased, I'm sure.
Then we've another of a small set of hand-made birds. These weren't made by an impoverished person in Bangladesh but my paternal grandmother, Thelma, circa WWII. It's made of strips of metalic-looking plastic and hung with a paper clip. The plastic is important as it's not made of metal, which was gathered for the war effort. I'm guessing the metal paper clip was added in the decadent 50s when such things were again allowed without being thought to be unpatriotic. (Let's pause to consider how us Yanks would do now do with such restrictions when we can't even give up our gas-guzzling ways in the light of what's going on in the Middle East. And, yes, we are also part of the problem in that we have a shameful SUV. We only drive it during the worst of the winter days, but the damn thing's paid for and it's hard to trade it in and buy a hybrid SUV. Waving at ourselves in the mirror.)
And then we have what I think is my very favorite. She's a DOCTOR. She's a SHE. See her little black bag and her clipboard and her head light and her white coat with her stethescope around her neck. I love her greatly.
And lastly, I leave you with this. Any guesses?
Anyone?
This was actually part of a set that Colin was given for his birthday from a friend last year. That's a hint. Last year he was still All Star Wars All The Time boy.
Yes! It's Boba Fett's head! 'Cause nothing says Christmas like the dismembered head of a bounty hunter, nosiree! There are also heads of C3PO, Yoda, and Darth Vader, but I like Boba Fett best.
So, from our little holiday enclave to where ever you are, we wish you a lovely holiday (belatedly if you celebrate the Hanukkah). Hope you are failing to resist lots of food that is bad for you, but good for your soul. Hope those who love snow have it and those who don't, well, don't. Mostly I wish you lots of love and friends and family and really good things.
A very happy merry, dearest darlings, a very happy merry, indeed.