The tree and its lights are gone but we still have tiny white lights around the windows, bookshelf, stairs and mantelpiece. They'll stay up through the dark days of January while the starry quilt adds its own light.
I love beginning the new year with a new look -- well, the same new look we had last January. And will have next January. A lifetime's collection and inheritance of stuff (as well as a goodsize mathom closet) makes it possible.Popular Posts
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