Wednesday, November 26, 2014

Thanksgiving Tablescape for Two

...only it's not the two you think.

As much as I would love for all of us to be together at Thanksgiving, most years it's just not possible.

With my work schedule, the work schedules of my grown-up children, and they fact that we are all approximately one zillion miles away from other family members, it's not always possible to spend it together.  (Last year, my son and I drove the 450 miles Thanksgiving Day, just in time for a few leftovers and bedtime.  Then we turned around and drove back.  Never again, folks.)

So this year, it's JB (my grown up son) and me here in Winston, while DL visits his mom and brothers in Pennsyltucky.  Miss LC will celebrate Friendsgiving in NYC, and then we'll all get together at Christmas.

I will have my single-serving bottle of Barefoot, and JB will have some apple cider (he doesn't care for wine) and we will laugh a lot, as we share a similar sense of humor.  He'll drive back to his apartment (30 minutes away) with a box full of leftovers, and I'll clean up.  It will be a nice time, but not like when the kids were little and I had my whole little family around the table.

Happy Thanksgiving/Friendsgiving/Helpsgiving to you and yours!

Tuesday, November 25, 2014

Do you know your Christmas karaoke?

** I'm dreaming of...well, actually I'm dreaming of Rick Moranis, even though I broke up with him. But it probably sounds cooler to say I'm dreaming of George Clooney or Hugh Jackman, so just pick one of those.

** I'll have a blue Christmas without oxygen. (Really. Because then you're cyanotic.)

** O Little Town of ___________________ (fill in the blank with any of the following: Wolcott, North Rose, Clyde, Sodus, or, if we're talking REALLY little, South Butler.)

** Deck the Halls with...well, I've found it's easier to deck the halls after I've swabbed the deck, and the deck usually needs a good swabbing after I've decked somebody, 'cause there tends to be blood involved.

** Sleep in heavenly peace, until I have a hot flash. Then it's more like hell.

** In the meadow we can build a snowman. Or go cow tipping, whichever.

** On the first day of Christmas, my true love gave to me...a beer. (You TOTALLY knew that was coming!)

** Haul out the vodka...

** O Christmas tree, O Christmas's a pain in the a$$ to get your lights on.

** We three Kings...need a fourth so that we can totally win this hand.

** City sidewalks, busy out for muggers!!

** He sees you when you're sleeping, he knows when you're awake...and you probably should get a restraining order.

** Have yourself a merry little cosmo....

** ‎'Tis the season to be...well, I'm sure it's the season to be something, but I bet it isn't the season to wrap your head with metallic ribbon and talk like Prissy from "Gone With the Wind," but I seem to be doing that a lot lately.

** Last Christmas, I gave you my heart. The very next gave it to some homeless guy so that he could pawn it for money to buy another fifth of Mad Dog. Thanks a lot.

** Here we go a-wassailing among the leaves so green...does this sound vaguely pornographic to anyone other than me?

** It came upon a midnight clear...not gonna touch this one. Nope.

** A beautiful sight, we're happy tonight......walking in our winter underwear.

** Troll the ancient Yultide that anything like trolling for guys?

** Joyful and triumphant...courtesy of Xanax!

Monday, November 24, 2014

What I found appealing...

*Gold dotted glasses at 52Mantels

*A Dollar Tree challenge with Shannon and Debbie

*Easy "mercury glass" ornaments at Fern Avenue

Saturday, November 22, 2014

Waxing Philosophical About Christmas Lights

A few years ago, I went to pick my daughter up from the Raleigh airport. (I was wearing the exact same coat she bought me for Christmas, but that's another story for another day.) Flying into Raleigh is far less expensive than Greensboro, with an added bonus--we can stop at Southpoint.
Southpoint (for my friends who don't know) is a mall in Durham, right off the interstate between the airport and Winston. And it has a plethora of awesome stores that we don't have here in Winston--Anthropologie, Urban Outfitters, and Restoration Hardware, just to name a few. We ate at The Cheesecake Factory, looked (unsuccessfully) for boots for Lib to wear in Philly, and headed home.

 It was dark as we hit the highway (even though still relatively early) and I couldn't help but notice the Christmas lights...or lack thereof.
We all know how old I am--there was a big countdown a few years ago--and one of my fondest memories as a kid is driving around town, looking at the Christmas lights. (Grandma Hazel was a big fan of that particular pastime. In fact, she insisted we drive around town at least once a week between Thanksgiving and Christmas to see if any had been added. This may sound like a waste of time, but as our entire town consisted of an area of about seven blocks by three blocks, it only took about fifteen minutes. Twenty if it was Grandma herself driving, as her own personal approach to driving was to not actually touch the gas pedal.)

Our own house at 32 Washington Street (I don't live there anymore, so please don't try to stalk me at that location) had lights on the front porch, which was actually kind of an off-to-one-side porch, and in the bushes below the porch. These lights, as I recall, were those big, multicolored, elongated bulbs. They were opaque as opposed to transparent, which made them glow in a diffused, softer light. I think maybe we had two strings, total (it wasn't a very big porch). But other houses had more lavish displays--lights outlining the entire roof, 20 foot front yard evergreens covered in lights--even farmers got into the action, putting lights onto fences and outbuildings.

I thought of this as I drove along the highway, where the only lights were headlights and neon. I was hoping once I started into town, there would be some Christmas lights that were a little, well, friendlier.
And what I found was, in a word, disappointment. Even in my neighborhood, where folks have the money to (a) buy lights, and (b) fork over a little extra to Duke Power, I noticed a dearth of Christmas lights.

Why don't folks "do" lights anymore? Yes, we're all concerned about conservation, but there are LED lights out there, and it's only for a few weeks. Some folks are hanging onto the one white candle in every window thing that I used to do when my kids were small (and, don't get me wrong, that's a look that works in the big Georgian homes here in the BV), and there are a few people who place the "netting" of lights on top of their azaleas. (FYI-I consider this cheating. And it looks too perfect--not homey or warm, the way lights are supposed to look. A little too organized for my book.)
Maybe we're all driving to those big light displays--we have one here in Forsyth County--and they are fantastic--but still lacking in the warmth I remember as a kid. There's nothing quite like the strings of multicolored bulbs hanging on the front (or off to one side) porch.

Wednesday, November 19, 2014


1. Wrapping paper or gift bags? ~  Are you kidding me? You can’t be serious. There are RULES, people! If it is a box, you wrap it in paper. If it is a weird-shaped, un-boxed thing---gift bag. I can’t believe you are asking this. There are rules. Follow them. Sheesh.

2. Real tree or artificial? ~  My friends own a real Christmas tree farm. The tree lot is a great place to party. Especially if you have hot chocolate and Kaluha or Bailey’s. But my son is allergic to fir. I have had artificial forever, and I used to have one of those old ones that you had to insert each branch individually and it was a HUGE pain in the ass. So a few years ago I bought one of those 9’ slim trees, pre-lit, that came in only three sections. It rocks.  I wish I was more like it...slim and lit.

3. When do you put up the tree?  ~ Asking me when I get things up is just plain nosey.

4. When do you take the tree down? ~  When I get around to it. It’s fake, so I don’t have to worry about it drying out and bursting into flames. One instance of spontaneous combustion can really ruin your day.

5. Do you like eggnog? ~  I like a little bit of eggnog with my brandy.

6. Favorite gift received as a child? ~  A pony. Oh, wait. I never did get that pony. But if I had received a pony? That would have been my favorite gift.

7. Hardest person to buy for?  ~ I really shouldn't have to buy any gifts, as just knowing me is a gift.

8. Easiest person to buy for? ~  Myself. I always buy myself something I like just in case no one else does. I stick it under the tree and say it’s from my Aunt Danuta in Poland. No one has yet figured out that I don’t have an Aunt Danuta, in Poland or anywhere else.

9. Do you have a Nativity Scene? ~  Somewhere in the attic. I don’t go up there, though. I might disturb the Frank family.

10. Mail or e-mail Christmas cards? ~  USPS. Some time in April.

11. Worst Christmas gift ever? ~  Being left at the altar. (Actually, that never happened. I just wanted to say it.) A box of tampons. I am not joking.

So please keep all this important information somewhere safe so that you can refer back to it while you do all your holiday planning!

Sunday, November 9, 2014

What I found appealing

Well, I hope that things get better this week in terms of computer issues. I am having to use DL's work computer, which is not good to blog on.  So I am trying to find SOMETHING appealing...and I did!  The only problem is that I can't link back (until my computer gets fixed), but I hope you'll stop in and see these friends anyway!

The Thanksgiving tree is by Debbie Manno at DebbieDoos.  What a great idea!
The table setting is by Cassie at Primitive and Proper.  It's gorgeous!
And the handpainted chest is by Karen at Somewhat Quirky.  It is AMAZEBALLS!

I hope to be back to blogging soon...but...

Wednesday, November 5, 2014

Walkabout Wednesday–in Savannah!

When DL announced that Halloween was on a Friday this year, I said “Let’s go to Savannah!”  (No school on Halloween, which is a great idea because teenagers get a little ridiculous on Halloween.)



These lovely young ladies were out in the afternoon, all dolled up.

And no trip to Savannah on Halloween is complete without stopping to take photos in the graveyard.

Happy Halloween, indeed!

NOTE: The blue screen on death has come for my computer every day this week.  I’m afraid all is lost (in some fashions, literally). If I disappear for awhile, do not lose heart…I’ll be back!