and we decorated the tree to some classic crimbo tunage.
But I still am not feeling it.
I was in such a foul mood late this avvo (really, do not ask me why) so I let Belle loose on the tree and Id say 90% of it was decorated by her. She had a blast and threw it all together willy nilly. This was not before Mark and I lay the lights on it. Yes, the dog helped but not before slobbering all over Marks face.
Mark and the boy before tree decs - I just love this picture.........we do love that doggy, you know.
The dog was going banana's with the tree decs and such like - Im guessing there is a lot to feast on (one bauble is already chewed to its glassy death). We took a few pictures before I felt really blue - it was weird how I came over all grouchy, it just happened and I just humbugged. What the hell is wrong with me?
As for me and the tree? I usually decorate to perfection with equal colour balance and absolutely no gaps. But not this year - how are you supposed to journal a tree dec festival that turns into a selfish sulk, hmmmmm? No idea, I'll find out thwne I come to do it!!!! And although the tree looks gorgeous - IM STILL NOT FESTIVIOUS. Ive not taken a pic of the tree in its full belle glory, perhaps on Tuesday, when I get back from the Rusty Pickleness at Art from the Heart.
No sooner had belle put on the last bauble, she took a snooze whilst Mark and I watched The Long Way Down (Ewan Mcgregor - I'll say it again - he is delish). She lay her weary head on the dog (who didn't mind) and took her glasses off, put them in her hand and fell asleep instantly. They are my world, these little fella's and it almost broke my heart to see them snoozing in such a cosy little cutch.
So anyway, before my foul mood (which I am going to call the Scrooge flu) we had a suprise visitor (Marks cousin) and his new baby Sienna with his partner, Steph. I was over the moon to see them. I got a little clucky, the dog got a lil jealous and Belle was smitten. I got my fill of baby lushness for a while and when then went home, Im now guessing the feeling of empty arms might have set off my blueness - who knows.
Also, this weekend, I went to my first crop in about 18 months. I just dont go to crops anymore and I really don't know why I stopped in the first place. The only one in my area at this lateness of the year was to be held in Birkenhead, some 30 odd miles away and by hook or by crook - I was going. And - went, I did. I loved it. I sat with a fab bunch of helpful and friendly girls who all delighted in their own sweet creative fashion and although I came away with 2 finished projjies - I was dead chuffed Id spent a Saturday doing what I loves the best.
Its 1.20am as I finish off this post. Ive been slumming it in front of the TV with the pooch and half a tin of roses watching the "almost live sex show" that was the Argentinian Tango between Lisa and Brendan on Stricty come Dancing. A bit racy if you ask me but also a bit bloody brilliant. Makes me want to throw me tap shoes on and have a lil jig on the kitchen lino, actually. Mmmm, in my not-so-sexy pyjamas - Im guessing the dog will bolt for the hills.