Woke up at my parents’ lake house to nearly 70 degree weather. It was absolutely wonderful. Took the dog out, drank coffee, read the newspaper (love how it’s almost like going back in time when I hang with my folks), had pancakes made by my dad, talked and talked, went for a nice little walk to the dock with my dad…
All before it started raining and the temperature started dropping.
Drove the hour back to my place as it started raining and the temp dipped over 30 degrees over the next few hours while I decorated the apartment for Christmas. I am having so much fun getting out all of the old stuff and adding in a bunch of new ideas, though my apartment right now looks like a tornado blew through. I’m going to have to pick it up tomorrow, but it’s getting there!
SHIP sent me a dozen photos of his wild night last night. He went to some concert in Amsterdam and he told me he was hungover and it was worth it. Then he told me that he did some Black Friday shopping and wanted to know if I was doing the same (though it’s not quite the same in Europe…ha).
No way. No BF shopping for me. I have already done a bit of my shopping and I will do most of it online…though I will make my way to the retailers either on Monday or Tuesday (I’m taking some vacation time next week) to see what’s going on inside the stores. It’s my job after all, and I do love it. I was just not into getting into the crowds on this particular Black Friday.
So I spent the rest of my day indoors - decorating, going through boxes, getting nostalgic, watching Planes, Trains and Automobiles (adore that movie!), sipping champagne and snacking. It’s been glorious.
I’m telling you, this nesting in my space has been so much fun for me since I’ve been back from China. I’m not sure what’s come over me or if it’s in the stars or what, but I’m just loving being by myself and doing things that feel really creative and warm.
I know it makes for boring entries, but something about doing this feels really decadent to me, and I’m cherishing it. Even sitting down to write an entry a day feels so nice and…selfish? Is that what it is?
I don’t know. Let me pour another glass of bubbly and think about it.
Love,
GS
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