Clicking Off Projects One By One

In an effort to have more space for the 18 guests coming to my home on Christmas day, I have been working to move my arts/crafts/absolute junk from my 'loft' into a spare bedroom.

I must report that I am making progress - I am ALMOST there. This room now has a couch, two rocking chairs and three somewhat organized book cases.

It also pleases me to let the world know that I will be doing my very best to avoid thrift stores. I have solemnly promised THGGM with Daughter as my witness, that for every book I buy, I will pack up three to give away. This should help me develop some level of discernment in my book buying, which, I must admit has been sadly lacking lately.

Daughter suggested an intervention. I suggested that she take half my books. But as she likes to point out, she already has a book.

Anyway, today THGGM drove four heavy boxes of books and a bunch of other nickynackypaddywacky stuff to Valueland. I will miss all of my friends at Valueland.

I did leave a little bit of space in my loft for my sewing machine, even though I don't sew, except for a little bit of hand sewing here and there. If I could ever convince myself that following a pattern would be helpful, I might be able to actually sew. I also left a table for those who feel so inclined as to play board games up there on Christmas day.

Since it has mostly been Youngest Son and THGGM moving everything into my 'new' art/craft/small amount of junk room, I can only guess what it looks like up there, but I will concern myself with that later in the week when I am wrapping gifts and making tags.

I've been watching "The Sound of Music" tonight. THGGM couldn't stay awake, so I tucked him in early. I have not watched "The Sound of Music" in about 100 years, it seems. When I watched it before, Christopher Plummer seemed an old man. WOW! He is not old anymore! How does that happen?

Well, I scared Youngest Son, who sat down to watch it with me. With just the tree lights on in the den, everything has a 'pumpkiny' glow about it. Even Youngest Son, whom I had been telling how dropdead gorgeous Christopher Plummer had suddenly become. When I told him that HE looked extremely handsome tonight also, he got up and left, and said he would holler out a warning to his father as he passed our room.

I have a favorite Christopher Plummer quote, from when he played a cardinal in "The Thornbirds". "It's a beeaauutiful bed, but I shall die on it." Ah, but he wasn't handsome then, just old.

And to think that people used to tell me all the time that I was 'too deep'.

Ha. THIS will show them!