Weebug Knits

It is the day before Christmas, and I have to work. My house is a wreck and my schedule is shot. Its time to take a deep breath, take a sip of coffee (sorry Joanne, I don't drink tea, although upon occasion I try) and reflect on what is truly important. Presents after all, can be given late. It just extends the holiday season right?

i found this critter at anthropologie!

Despite the best efforts of my jumbled yarn stash in the corner of the living room, I did get the errant yarn corralled, contained and removed from the area to put the Christmas tree up. By my calculations of that corner alone, I shouldn't be buying yarn for several years at least. The stockings have been hung on the entertainment center, and the kidlets have been placing little things in there already. I am greatful that I have a roof over my head and that we didn't start the re-model this winter. Next summer I may be wondering why we even thought it was a good idea. But for now, a roof over our heads is good.

I am lucky to have a family that loves me. Even though there is distance of time and space, when we come together for the holidays it is a truly magical thing. Considering the various schedules and activities that need to coincide for a break so that we can get together, that alone is magic.

I am fortunate to have my health at the moment, some of the best friends ever and the ability and circumstance to be a writer and artist in my own style.

I am thankful for my own little corner of blogdom, wonderful readers who support my meanderings. You feed my inner muse a great deal.

In this season of giving, it is the simple gifts that are most important to me. Those intangibles that can not be wrapped in a box with sparkly paper and a pretty bow. The gifts of frienship, love, caring and community. It doesn't get any better than that.