I really enjoy heading into a New Year, and love the contrast between the slow, lazy descent of the holiday period and the upbeat, buzzy feeling of new beginnings, fresh plans and a gazillion ideas all jostling for head space. I feel excited by it all! There is so-so-so much going on in my brain!
The weather has been pretty atrocious, but the upside is that we've all spent a huge amount of family time at home this week. Occasionally it's felt a little bit narky with a few minor squabbles here and there, but mostly it's been cosy and sweet being confined to home.
We are still firmly in holiday mode, going to bed late (for us) and rising late. Morning lie-ins with lots of snuggle time. Little B is our alarm clock, crawling his way up the middle of our bed to come in and cuddle any time from 6am. It is the best way to wake up and greet the day, fills me with gratitude for this sweet mothering time.
Good daylight is still in short supply here. The wet grey weather makes it feel as if we move from dawn to twilight with nothing much happening in between excepting for grey murkiness. I light lots of little candles and enjoy their cosy glow.
It's been a week of leisurely pursuits, lots of snuggling and lazing the hours away, all rather indulgent really but I have loved it. I am not an avid reader of fiction, preferring my magazines and homey creative books when I fancy a jaunt through some pages. But every so often I get the urge to immerse myself in a bit of light, fluffy story-telling, and this "charming romantic comedy" from the charity shop fitted the bill perfectly. It was funny, romantic, dreamy and heart-warming, the perfect cold winter's afternoon read.
I had to show you my bookmark, the one I always, always use when I read light, fluffy stories. Little Man made it for me many years ago (he must have only been about 5 years old), and it makes me smile soooo much. The green/red bobbly thing on the right hand side is a tomato plant, in case you were wondering. I used to grow huge, rambling cherry tomato plants in the rundown conservatory at our last house. Sweet memories.
I packed away Christmas today, the house and I were ready for it. It was all looking a little bit tired and I was suddenly craving more space and a return to normality.
What a monumental effort though, cripes, it really does take some doing, doesn't it? I had a huuuuuuge fight with the two sets of fairy lights, it really wasn't pretty. It took me ALL DAY to take down and pack away the tree, clean the floors, re-arrange the furniture (what a relief to get the middle of our room back again) and clear down, dust and rearrange my two mantels. Oh, and the wreaths and garlands to take down too. It was slow cos I kept needing to take breaks from the job in hand in order to cope with the work load. Monumental I tell you.
This is a snap of my morning coffee break (well, one of several). A bit of therapeutic hooky interspersed with some even more therapeutic bubblewrap poppage. Pop. Pop-pop-pop. So good.
Around about 11am there arrived a very huge distraction indeed when my copy of Simply Crochet magazine thumped onto the doormat. I spent maybe one hour? Two hours? looking at the cover, not daring to open the pages, but eventually I got over my nerves and dived in. I'm there in full colour, chatting away on page 34, and it feels a little unreal still. But in a good way.
So yes, Christmas eventually went back into it's two bags and six boxes and up into the Attic eaves for another year. And onwards I go, stepping with confidence and optimism into Twenty Fourteen.
I am really, really, really looking forward to this year's journey. Already such a lot planned, already so many ideas, dreams and wishes. Yes, I am ready for it, my heart feels light and all is good.