As far as I am concerned, the days following Christmas are some of the best of the year. We eat leftovers. We read books, make lists, wear our Christmas tights. The paperwhites bloom, there is nowhere to go. We enjoy the decorations we creased by hand, hung with care. We prepare to clear them away, pour champagne, consider traversing new shores.
{Photo, Me}
7 maids a-milking:
Even MORE new shores????
What an adorable blog!! I hope you are enjoying the Holiday season :)
Where are those tights from? Love them!
Happy New Year to you!
@LPC: Perhaps *figurative* shores this time. Then again, perhaps not.
@Leigh: Thank you!
@nc: Anthro, though I must say they run a little small. Happy tight-wearing.
Moreover, one might argue, without being simply contrary, that chastity is a vice and adultery a virture. Which one does the sonnet favor?
-William H Gass
happy new year :)
Agreed! Just lovely!!
I wish the days between Christmas and NYE were like this for me. Instead we have a list to cover: my mother, his mother, my father, his father, my extended family, friends (if we are lucky). I know it is awful to complain of having too many loved ones, really awful, but I do long for "nowhere to go" sometimes.
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