Christmas is coming. The goose is looking like it could really lose a few. Please to put a penny in the old man's... okay, okay.
Christmas makes me nauseous. In a good way. I mean, Christmas makes me feel like I'm going to throw-up, but from excitement, and not revoltion. It's kind of like falling in love once every year. But the past few days, I've felt kind of slumpy. Yesterday, I had this bizarre chain of thoughts: I love Christmas. I am so excited. I have so much to do. So much to make. What am I going to do when it's all over? I'll have nothing to do. Nothing to make. Nothing to be excited for. What will I live for? What will I look forward to? I hate Christmas. You fall in love, and than your lover leaves you. Every year it's the same. But aside from these few and embarrassing bouts of stupidity and drama, I really love this magical season. Really.
I've been meaning to post these pictures for ages, but haven't gotten around to it. Was too busy watching Pride and Prejudice multiple times. And crafting. Mrs. Darcy, Mrs. Darcy, Mrs. Darcy. Sorry, what?
