Except for hanging the icicle lights on the front porch, I do believe we have decked the halls with enough stuff to please the spirit of Christmas yet to come.
The Husband God Gave Me and Daughter went out for breakfast this morning and Christmas shopping. I wish them well. I stayed home to finish cleaning my loft, which needs to have furniture moved into it when THGGM gets home.
Tomorrow, a new couch will be delivered! YES! Our old couch, which is our last piece of 'new' furniture - unless you count the stuff we carried across the street from Roy's Resale World - was yellow. What a huge mistake THAT was! What were we thinking? We had three teenagers and three pets. But, actually, it was my three months of living on the couch when I injuried my knee that really did it in. Once, during that time, I sat (for hours!) on an opened permanent black marker. Flipping the cushion helped for awhile, that is until I did it again. Then the bottom fell out. Of the couch. But we learned, never buy a yellow couch or one with lose cushions. Or live on one 24/7 for three months. Wise words. Heed them.
So, tomorrow a new darker colored couch arrives. I belive it cost half of what the yellow one did, but I like it. It will replace the thirty dollar thrift store couch that we bought to replace the dirty yellow couch which is now in the den sporting a khaki slipcover.
That means that today I must find room for this couch (i am sitting on it in the living room) in the loft. Two kitchen tables still sit up there covered with interesting things. Old books to decopauge with, old pictures to scrapbook, books, books, books, and a whole lot of free-floating stuff waiting for boxes so they can be brought to the thrift store and get on with their lives.
Will I get this all done? I do not know. As, I have a warm kitty on my lap, a warm dog at my feet, a warm cup of coffee in my numb hand and a warm happy feeling in my heart.
Oh...I have to go...it isn't going to do itself...
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It's good to be surrounded by warm things.
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