As you probably know if you’ve been following me for any length of time, I live for Christmas. It’s so bad. So, so bad. But I’m a proud Christmas nerd!
I like having themes for my gift wrap every year and this time, it’s red plaid and brown paper and twine. A throwback to my 90’s days maybe? Or lumberjack chic? I like that. I’ll go with lumberjack chic.
I started out by making the tags. I used regular store price tags, glittered them on the edges, and replaced the string with a pretty gold ribbon. Then I made a bazillion origami paper stars out of brown paper. Here is a great tutorial on the specifics of how to make them. For this size, I started with a 3 1/2 inch square of paper. When they were finished, I threaded them with twine using a large-eyed needle.
So much to be thankful for. So very much.
You guys. For supporting an artist. For saying, yes, art does have value! For supporting me.
I have such beautiful people in my life. My family. My friends. Seriously amazing friends.
I have basic necessities that so often get taken for granted. And I have so much more.
I’m a creator. Not everyone gets to be one. Not everyone wants to, haha! But I’m so glad I do on both counts.
Thank you, Lord. For blessing me. For your faithfulness. For loving me, even when I don’t love myself. For renewing my dreams and nourishing my soul. For being everything you promised you would be.
Today I choose to think about wishes and hope. About compassion and understanding. Faith and believing in a beautiful tomorrow. I choose to think about ways to serve, ways to care, ways to love. Empathy and grace. And never having to wish for more wishes.
It is sooooo fall. With all this pumpkin bread, banana muffin splendor, and the promise of all things Thanksgiving, it has me thinking about…wait for it…butter. Homemade butter, to be exact.
And there really couldn’t be anything easier. No, really. Like one ingredient easy (two if you’re feeling salty). Think how impressive you’ll be when you show up to the dinner table with a little crock of your own homemade butter. Nobody needs to know the real story.
I miss you. Funny how so few words can mean so many things, how they can abbreviate a layered complexity of emotion. Nostalgia, melancholy, laughter, pain.
I think of you every time I finish something I’m proud of.
I think of you every time I think of Christmas.
I think of you every time I’m in a hospital.
I think of you every time I laugh so much it hurts my belly.
I think of you every time I sing.
You loved it when I sang this song.