Speaking of unique personal style, I love this photo I took of my granddaughter Nonny last week. She might appear to be sitting on a bench in a small town pizza restaurant but clearly she's visiting royalty or a glamorous star who just happens to be gracing all us yokels with her presence.

You may recall that some time last year, so long ago that I can no longer recall exactly when, but I think it was midsummerish, I joined a blogging community called Wardrobe Refashion Challenge. The challenge - one would not buy new clothing for a period of two, four, or six months, depending on your personal commitment. I jumped in with a six month pledge and a lot of doubt that I'd manage to make it through the first week.

Well, I did. I made it through the first week, the first month, the entire six months - or whatever it's been. I think longer than that because I just checked back in with the website and find sign ups have come and gone for the next round several times.

I did have one slip. I bought a new $5 tee at Target out of their annual Halloween prints. I knew it was unique and that I'd wear it a lot. I forgot to put up my "Get Out of Jail Free" card here acknowledging my purchase, but that's okay. I got one card for every two months I pledged and I only ever needed it that one time. AWESOME ME.

Actually, the longer I went, the easier it became not to buy anything. I'm not a crazy wild woman shopper or anything, but I am armed with disposable income and in the past I tended to come away from any shopping trip with a bag or two on my arm. Probably the only thing that stopped me from being one of those crazy women shoppers is that most shopping opportunities are geographically so far away that it's a lot of trouble to get to a store - except the local Walmart, and how exciting can that be.

Not only did it become easier to resist, it felt good not to buy anything. I was surprised that there were only a handful of times I was ever seriously tempted and each time I walked away without a purchase and was glad of it later. Not buying clothes also made it easier to restrain myself with other impulse buying. I made a personal commitment not to add to my fabric stash as well. I didn't do as well on that pledge - I bought a few fat quarters a couple of times - but I did resist 90% of the time. In fact I bought a lot less of everything and anything and find life not only still goes on, it's wonderful not to have new clutter and bags to deal with all the time. I missed the deadline to sign up again for the Refashion Pledge, but I'm still pledging to myself to make most of my future shopping of the window shopping variety.

The rest of the Refashion Pledge story, one pledged not to buy new clothing, but also to buy used or use what was in your wardrobe and refashion into something new. I do love thrift shop shopping - it's like treasure hunting - although I've even found myself reluctant to bring home more wardrobe in this way. I'm too lazy to even hem a pair of pants or replace a button on a cardigan so I didn't do much refashioning, except for my faery garb.

Creating my faery outfits turned out to be a lot of fun though and I think the new year will find me experimenting with refashioning some clothes for unique everyday wear. Everyday but not ordinary - that's what I'm thinking. I'm too worried about ruining something perfectly wearable in my wardrobe so I'll probably have to do some thrifting to find something I wouldn't wear as is to safely refashion - or destroy. We'll see.

Surfing for refashioning hits on the net, I came across this interesting blog.

And speaking of free thinking fashion, I stole this pic from my daughter-in-law's blog. It's Joli. A sad Joli, for what reason I know not. Probably because she couldn't have a cupcake or go bye-bye or some other two year old tragedy. But look at her outfit - footie pajamas, not one but TWO tutus, and fairy wings. Now that's personal style.

I went to the bookstore yesterday to find a new family appointment calendar. They didn't have anything left but really fancy, expensive ones. Every year I always spend a lot of effort finding a calendar with photos we really like and then we flip the pages over and never look at the photos. So I decided to be practical this year. After not finding anything with enough space to write the schedules of three people in, I went to Walmart and bought a cheap one with no photos for four dollars.

But, not to waste a trip to the bookstore, I browsed through the store, digging in sections I don't normally frequent, and found a few new/used books, including the one above - Writing Past Dark by Bonnie Friedman. It's a little book. Although it's about writing, the words could apply equally to any artistic endeavors.

I've read the first chapter already and it's about Envy. I kept reading it thinking "Well, I don't get envious. This chapter doesn't apply to me." And to a certain degree, that's true. I've learned through the years that I don't tend to get as jealous or envious of other people's success as I notice other people can be. I don't think this is because I'm a better person in some way except perhaps in getting to the age where I have a larger perspective on things.

If someone else has artistic success than I have to be honest and realize that usually it's because they did the work and I didn't. By that I mean the hard work behind the success. The hours. The sacrifices. The selling themselves. The drudgery and focus that comes before the published book or gallery showing. I have a number of very successful (in different ways) friends, almost all of them are very Type A. I know I will NEVER be that driven. I can't envy the success if I don't also desire the intensity at which they choose to live their lives.

I also know that no life is perfect. I don't envy someone success in one aspect of their lives because I have seen too many times that it doesn't translate into success in other aspects of life. You can be a successful artist and feel like a failure in your relationship with your children. Or your marriage. You can have a book published and still be drowning in debt. Or have health issues that aren't fixable. You can be a recognizable name and still feel all alone and without friends in the world.

Too, success is subjective. There's always someone thinking they wish they were as successful as you while you desire to be as successful as the person you perceive as being ahead of you while that person is thinking they need to catch up to the person in front of them!

But upon more reflection, I realized that even though envy doesn't manifest in a jealous form for me, I do struggle with it. I just turn it inward instead of outward. I go into a big bookstore, look at the thousands of shelves, the millions of books, and think "Why should I write a book!? Every possible way to say something has already been said. There's no possible story left to write!" Or I think of a great new idea I want to try out in the studio until I pick up the latest paper art magazine and see a feature article showing another artist who's beat me to it. And they did a better job. I didn't think of adding texture. Sigh. Or I browse through a fabric catalog and realize that unless someone invents a brand new color, there's nothing new under the sun left to combine.

I turn envy into depression. An far less amusing version of Eeyore's self effacing "Why bother..." and "No one will notice me." Age has brought me a more positive perspective when relating to other people, but it's also broadened my perspective in a negative way. When I was younger I knew far less about.... everything. I knew less about art, about how business worked, about psychology, about publishing. Looking back, knowing less was a wonderful shield against feeling overwhelmed. If I had a good idea, I jumped on it with enthusiasm. If I wanted to do something, I started in with the assumption that I would be successful. And more often than not, perhaps not oddly, I was!

I can remember when the innocence that protected my optimism first started to wear thin, when it started to dawn on me that maybe things shouldn't be as easy as all that. That not everyone was successful. That maybe I wouldn't always be successful! And that was when I started to stumble, when I began to second guess myself, when I wondered if my confidence was misplaced. I began to question whether I truly was skilled enough, experienced enough, to do the things that only moments earlier had seemed as easy as play.

Now, life is more complicated than anything I can say right now to wrap things up with a miraculous, amazing affirmation. Life takes detours for a number of reasons. People succeed or don't succeed for reasons both inside and outside of themselves. But, it's still interesting to pause and remember that sometimes our own thoughts and reactions are our worst saboteurs. What could we do, what could we create, if we'd just get out of our own way for awhile? What can I do, what can anyone do, to reclaim the perspective that the world is full, not of risks, but of opportunities?

With everything that the holiday brings, as well as unexpected non-holiday issues like sick and high need pets and plumbing problems, I haven't posted for .... ack! Two weeks! Well, perhaps everyone else was busy too and didn't notice my absence.

So now, I'm back and well, will you look at that - it's a new year! Dang, I really should have posted on New Year's Eve so I could have made some joke about "see you next year". Missed it.

I'm blessed with a studio, really an extra bedroom. It's rather large and it serves multi-purposes. Not only are all my art and crafting supplies and work space within it's walls, it's also my library, my office, my coat and costume closet, and most important to this conversation, it's also the guest bedroom. The disadvantage to that last use is that when we have company or family visiting, it almost always means any crafting or creating comes to a screeching halt.

And so it did this December once the holidays went into high gear. I forgot to factor that into my giftmaking plans. Several people will be receiving their gifts sometime .... soon. Soon being a relative term. Hopefully, soon soon. Right now I'm back at square one trying to reclaim my space and clear work space once again.

Which brings me 'round to a New Year's resolution. Maybe I should call it a goal. Or a priority. Whatever I call it, it's this - I need to find a balance between decluttering so I have room to create and not using the clutter as an excuse not to move forward with my creative plans.

I've been ping ponging back and forth between the two goals so often and so quickly, I never stick to either long enough to make enough of a difference to move the balance. It's been a stand off for several years now. Not that I don't get any mess cleaned up, I do. Over and over again. Not that I don't get anything created, I do that too. It always comes as a surprise to me when I actually manage it, but it does. The frustration is that I spent far more time doing neither or frittering or stuck somewhere in between the two.

I'm not sure what the solution is - tomorrow is my first personal post holiday day. I'll be taking down decorations and mulling over my options.

I guess it'll help to state my goals more succintly here. It's late and my brain is a bit fuzzy but here goes:

1. I want to make MORE art. Hmmm. Yeah. I guess it really is that simple. I don't really care what I make as much as I care about making it.
2. I want to make my creative space more organized.

I guess I do have a couple more specific goals as well -

3. I want to try my hand at more paper and assemblage art.
4. I want to go to at least one creative workshop or retreat this year. Anyone have any ideas on one (hopefully not too far travel distance) they would recommend?
5. I want to refashion some of my clothing (and costumes for Faerieworlds) and make wearable art.
6. Probably a goal on everyone's list - I'd like to finish up the most guilt producing of my unfinished projects.
7. I remembered one more - I want to look into local college classes to see if I can find one that will help me learn more photo shop skills. If that doesn't pan out then I simple want to learn some new computer photo manipulation techniques.
8. Oops, I lied. One more. I'm toying with the idea of starting an Etsy shop. Not that I have anything to put into it. But if I make art, I need to be responsible and find good adoptive homes for it, don't I?

Of course I have hopes and goals in other areas of my life as well so I'll be happy if I make even small strides in my list. Or big strides in just a few of them. It's sort of exciting, isn't it, standing at the start of a new year when the year is fresh and full of possibility!?

Do any of you have creative goals for the new year? Do you set specific goals? Plan general directions or themes? If you post about it on your blog, let me know so I can come visit.

Busy with holiday chaos but I thought I'd throw up Part II of the ball exhibit pics. A reader and spokesperson for Seaport Village, Boardwalk Betty, was kind enough to let me know that this is actually part of a traveling exhibit called Cool Globes: Hot Ideas for a Cooler Planet.


I only got to see a small fraction of the globes but this was one of my favorite of the ones I did see.

This one with a rainforest canopy was beautiful.

There's a small park peninsula that juts out from the shop area. I've never actually managed to walk out there, usually because we run out of time. This day was no different. But I wish I could have seen all the balls that circled the walkway.

Here we are walking by the beginning of that area..... sigh.

I think I'll have to say this one was my personal fave, although it wasn't very globe shaped once the artist finished with it. But what's not to love about a vegetable man! It reminds me of Giuseppe Arcimboldo's strange portraits of flower and vegetable people. Joli was fascinated with him.

And since we love our vegetables, we had to give him kisses. I think Joli threw in a hug as well.

I told someone a few weeks back that I felt like knitting something and they responded "Oh, so it's cold up there?" Meaning, they were someplace warm and they assumed that since I had the knitting urge, it must mean that cold weather was upon us up here in the mountains. If I recall it was still unseasonable warm and dry at the time and the question startled me, until I remembered how often I'd told people that cold weather always brought out the knitter in me.

That's not to say that I've had time to knit anything and I probably won't be able to until after the holidays are past. I have sewing projects planned and with the unexpected time spent with plumbing and shoveling tasks, it's beginning to look a bit iffy that I'll even get those accomplished. We'll see.

But I still have the urge to knit. I have the urge to knit something specific. Handwarmers. I want to knit some handwarmers. I'm wearing some big oversized handwarmers right now. I didn't knit them. I found them at the thrift store this summer. I think they might have been meant to be legwarmers but I've worn them several times as hand - well, ARM warmers and I really like how they warm me up without making me feel like I'm wrapped up in a bulky sweater. They're nice with just a scarf for running errands or for puttering around the house where I'm active enough not to be too cold but my hands, which are moving through the cold air, are chilly, or for tasks where I'm sitting down but need my hands free of a blanket, like right now when I'm typing on my laptop.



I've looked at patterns online a couple of times recently and tonight I found what I want to make. I've found not one but two patterns. There's lots of variations in size, length, where these things sit on one's sleeve. I've heard them called lots of names. Wrist warmers. Fingerless mittens. Gauntlets. Glovelets. Wristlets. Cuffs.

The first is what I'd call hand warmers but the pattern maker calls them Ravenclaw Wrist Warmers. (scroll down on her page to see more photos of them being worn) Since Ravenclaws would undoubtedly spend a lot of snowy winter nights up in their tower reading, these would be the perfect thing to keep warm when they're turning pages. I need some for my late night reading habits. She doesn't give a pattern but I think I could probably figure out how to make these from a similar pattern and my own experimenting. I've already got a Gryffindor scarf. Have you seen it? I'm wearing it in a photo I put up in a post on Beach Treasure today.

The other isn't exactly a handwarmer but would be warm, as it covers up a pulse spot, plus they are adorable! The pattern maker calls these Mrs. Beetons. Aren't they wonderful!? (did you go look? Go. Look. I'll wait.) I can picture wearing these with my jackets when I'm out and about town or on top of a long sleeved shirt or under a sweater sleeve. I think I need them in several different colors.

Only problem is that the pattern is a bit intimidating. I don't think it's probably terribly difficult to knit. It's just reading the pattern that is hard. Maybe, like other patterns I've tackled, once I start the project it will start to make more sense. The beading is another complication but I've seen the technique shown on Knitty Gritty and it didn't look too hard. Now, to remember how they did it. Maybe I can find an online how-to video.

We've had snow for several days and more in the forecast. I'd be a lot happier about this gift from Father Winter if it wasn't for the fact that we're struggling with sewer line issues and the snow and bitter cold temperatures are making the problem exponentially more complicated. But, when life gives you lemonade.... or other yellow liquids (okay, that was really bad)... make.... uhm... okay, I didn't realize that would complicate the rest of the saying. How 'bout "Make the best of things."

So yesterday, when we had a break between storms and the sky was cold and blue and my nose was frozen and red and the snow was sparkling and white (very patriotic!), I decided to tromp around the neighborhood and take photos instead of cleaning or sewing or wrapping or any of the million of other tasks that are calling my name. Carpe Diem, as they say.

My mom, Barb, doesn't have a blog so she sent me some photos of the Magical Yule Swap package she received so I could put them up here. Her box was from Sarah.

She received this wondrous Winter Queen doll. Isn't she marvelous!? My mom was over the moon in love with her. In fact the conversation on the phone went something like this:

"Oh, you'll never believe what I got in my box! She's perfect! And she's mine. Not yours! Nyah nyah nyah nyah nyah!" LOLOL!


She's hand sewn and hand painted. Here's a close up of her face. I love the fur scarf and her sparkly crown and the serene, cold look on her face. It's exactly the sort of expression you'd expect a winter queen to wear, don't you think?

Here's her middle. She'd clutching a tiny hand painted painting.

Here's the painting. Looks like she's friends with the head jolly ol' elf himself. Perhaps she's just coming from a portrait sitting of him? Do you think he commissioned a painting of the Missus as well?


And her feet. I love her painted shoes. Is that green paint sparkling? Or is it just catching the flash? I bet she's even more lovely in person. It's been a few years since I've been to see my mom in Colorado. Perhaps next summer. I'm sure she'll still have her out on display. No, really. My mom has her St. Nicholas dolls out all year round.


Lastly, she also received these gold painted floating candles which my mom waxed (oooh, pun!) on about for awhile, remembering candles such as these her mother had when she was a child.

If you click on the links in the sidebar of the rest of the participants, I think everyone has posted a photo of all of the projects, both made and received. Make sure to check them out as all the creations were so fantastic. I can hardly wait to do it all again next year!

I also received my box in the mail from my partner, Meo. Unfortunately she didn't supply me with an online link so I can't steer you to her "home on the web". I know her through a faery tribe group.


Since this was a Magical Yule Swap, I magically received a box that was just perfect for me! Instead of a decoration, I got an "experience" in a box - everything I need to feel warm and pampered on a cold Yule night. Or, any winter night! Click to enlarge the photo.

The homemade portion was not one but TWO new heating pads made out of a beautiful satiny dragonfly print. Meo, did you know how much I love dragonflies? And, I can't quite figure out what it's filled with - not rice, not flax. What is it!? It doesn't have the strong cereal smell of a regular heated pad. I made a bunch of flax pads years and years ago but Hubby and kids have spirited away most of them . I was down to one for my personal use and I was just thinking that I should make myself a couple more - so I didn't have to choose between warming my feet or my back or some other part of me. Now I don't have to and I can be warm and toasty all over.

Along with the heating pads, she also included a package of pumpkin scone mix, a package of chocolate chip cookie mix, hot cider and hot cocoa packages and a tin of tea from one of my favorite tea companies. (I haven't tried this one yet) To finish off the cozy mood there are two lightly scented candles to brighten the darkness. Whew! I have to admit I feel a bit guilty at all that bounty! But, not so guilty that I won't completely enjoy every warm, bright, delicious moment. Thank you Meo, I love my box.

I sent to Sarah in the Magical Yule Swap. Now that she's received my box I'm excited to show folks my little wintery creation. I had a few different themes fighting to be included - forest, faery, sparkly.

A couple of winter faeries, with the help of a little feathered friend, used ice and snow to decorate a tiny tree. I like how the real sun is peeking out behind the sun atop the tree.

This little fae is Snowflake.


Her icy friend is Crystal. Unfortunately I forgot to take any photos that show their snowflake caps.

Even their powdery white friend has a snowflake cap.

They've covered the tree with glittery, icy, snowy decorations created from nature all around them. (If it wasn't representative of nature as it was all around me at the time I worked on this project, it certainly reflects how my nature is looking NOW!)

And of course since this is a Yule tree, it's topped with a glittery sun to help light the way through the longest winter night.

If you want to see more photos, you can see them on Sarah's post.

One ribbon

Many ribbons!

It's time for me to magically turn my one ribbon into many ribbons. Meaning, I have only one (or two) holiday tasks completed and I have to add many, many more ribbons (tasks) to the "jar of holiday fun". Or, maybe it's the other way around. I just came back from a week away to see my house looking more like the Many Ribbons photo and I need to clean it up and get it decorated with one pretty seasonal ribbon? Okay, so maybe I just wanted to show you two pretty ribbon photos that may or may not work well as an analogy for my life at the moment.

If you are clicking in on the Magical Yule Swap progress, I have heard back from all swappers that they received their packages. And because it is a magical swap, everyone seems to have gotten a gift they love. Including me. I finally got to open my box last night. I'm sorry Meo, I'm sooooo swamped, I'm gonna ask you to wait a wee bit longer before I gush over how perfect it was for ME. I also have to put off adding assorted photos and comments from others I want to share. ALL THIS will have to wait until later, hopefully just 'til tonight, because I got home last night and I need to jump into my busy life and start dealing with tasks that stretch to the horizon and beyond!

A few days ago us girls (my daughter-in-law, granddaughter and I) went to Seaport Village in San Diego to walk around and have some lunch. They were having a display of balls - GIANT balls. I'm not sure what the official title of the show was but let's call it Big Balls with a Green Theme. Each taller-than-a-person ball was a piece of art with an ecological or environmental message. Each had a small plaque so you could read about it although with a two year old, we didn't get a chance to read them.

I think this one was about different types of forests.

A reminder to grow organic.

This looks like a baseball but the autographs are reminders of ways to reduce energy use.

This one reminded me of a Mad Maxx satellite.

These are a regular site in front of a kite shop but still fun and colorful. I took photos of more balls but I don't have time to upload them tonight. Gotta get some sleep so I can get on the road for a long drive back to northern California tomorrow. Sigh. So consider this Part One. Stay tuned...

Now that I've gifted it, I can show you another project I finished recently, a photo book. When we were in Paris I loved all the carousels around the city and I photographed as many of them as we could find because I knew how much Joli loves to ride carousels. I thought I'd make her up a little handmade book. Instead I took advantage of a discounted offer through one of the online photo sites for a professionally made books but I still took the photos, designed the layout and wrote the text. It ended up taking exponentially more time than I had expected it to take due to a cascade of computer problems and issues with the company that, since they were resolved to my satisfaction (although only after many hours of e-mails - ARGH) I won't mention which company.

They also forgot to add the book title. Grrr.

But the rest of the pages turned out really nice. Now that all the arguing and frustration is behind me, I'm happy with it.


It couldn't compete with the immediate gratification of a Little Mermaid doll or a new tube of strawberry flavored chapstick, but I think once the glamour of a pile of new birthday gifts fades away, she'll enjoy looking at it.

She likes books a lot when there's not so much excitement in the house.

My fantasy is that someday I can take her to ride on the carousels themselves.

The French kids we saw were all so adorable, I'm sure Joli will look like a wee Parisienne right from the start.

Sorry I haven't posted since last week. Last minute (and I mean seriously last minute!), I packed a bag and drove twelve hours and here I am in San Diego visiting my sister, my daughter-in-law, and my granddaughter. My sister flew in from Ohio for a conference and I had this twelfth hour "DUH" realization that it's a lot easier to travel here to see her than to fly back to Ohio. So, not a lot of time online. But tonight is a quiet night. Lisa is decorating the tree with a lot of "help" from a newly minted two year old (her birthday was on Saturday).

I managed a stop at one of my favorite places down here, Summers Past Herb Farm. I wandered about the gardens for a bit and visited their soap shop and their big barn full of lovely things to buy. I indulged myself practically with some of my favorite scented bath and hand soaps and some jalapeno jelly.

They have a lot of faery supplies (as they have a faery festival for wee faeries each year) and they had this gorgeous faery tree sparkling in the barn. Isn't it wondrous! You can click to make the image larger.

I brought a small box of craft supplies down with me to fill in any down time but somehow I managed to forget several key supplies. Not a big surprise since I decided to go, packed, and was on the road in less than an hour. So, I went to Joanns yesterday.

I got bored waiting in line for my fabric to be cut so I took pictures of all the pretty colors.

More pretty colors. I only bought one spool of thread (brown), but I did get to pick out some colored embroidery thread and some really colorful yarn which you can see below.

Here's what I made today, a wee, rainbow rasta-haired faery for Joli. She picked out her own colors. The pattern is really meant for 3+ so I tweaked it a bit to secure the pieces more securely and Lisa can let her play with it when she's watching her until she's a bit older. I should have remembered to take a photo of it in the daylight but, oh well. You can still get an idea. Oh, and I totally spaced on how to make french knots. Seriously. I know they're easier than tying your shoelace, but for the life of me I couldn't remember. ARGH.

My Magical Yule gift is in the mail! I sent it by Owl Post so it might take awhile. But it's winging it's way to London at this very moment. Barb's gift to Chris is also sent and won't take the owl nearly as long as it's not as far a distance. I can hardly wait for folks to receive things so I can post photos of them here (my mom, Barb, not having a blog, asked if I'd post her pics here as well).

That's the problem with this month. I'm likely the busiest in my studio that I'll be all year but because everything I'm making is a surprise, I have no photos to share until after the new year. ARGH. It's hard not to share. I get so excited.

So, since I can't share new photos, I'll share some old ones once again. And try to make some sort of segue from the Yule Swap into them.

I wander museums for my own pleasure so unless I'm already familiar with an artist, I don't always remember who did what. I liked this sculpture though in the Musee d'Orsay. Like my Yule swap creation it uses a lot of white (although mine is more sparkly!) and has some smiling, celebrating faces in it. That's pretty much where the similarities end. I'm guessing this took a lot longer to make than my piece. (Duh, yathink!?) Also, mine isn't as large. Or as heavy. Which is a good thing, considering shipping costs.

Again, can't tell you who the artist is - some one famous I'm guessing as it's also hanging in the Musee d' Orsay. This is a small section of a larger painting and I like the quiet, unexpected moment that's captured. That's a Yule stag, of course. In fact, it sort of looks like a reindeer, now that I take a second look. Is it leaping? Or is it flying..........? Boy, I'm being silly tonight.

Despite rain, sleet, hail, and snow, I finally finished my Magical Yule Swap! Yay me!

What? You say the weather has been quite pleasant and sunny in the northern Sierras lately? Uhm. Well. Look! Look at the photo! See! There IS snow!

Okay, so that's not real snow but a wee peek at my creation.

Here's what it really looked like outside. I mean, similar to this. No? Okay, so this is another peek.

I'm really happy with the way it came out. It's a little.... er.... homemade crooked looking, but I sort of wish I could keep it for myself so it must be at least a little bit cute.

I do have excuses for coming in at the tail end of everyone for completing my project however. But they're whiny and involve a teenager and driving around looking for said teen and ridiculous arguments that go round and round in circles and .... I'll save you the angst. It's bad enough I have to deal with it (and this is the last of five teens in the family. You'd really think he would have figured out that some of this crap isn't gonna fly) without making you all suffer along with me.

So, moving on. My project is done. I won't box it up until tomorrow so I can take some photos in better light. But I'll have it in the mail tomorrow. And happily, I'm the black sheep in an otherwise amazingly on time flock of friends - gawd, I love you swappers! Everyone has checked in and are ready to go postal. Uhm, I mean are ready to go to the post office.

I wrote everyone down, cut you all out, and pulled you out of a hat. Here is our little circle. You'll send deosil.

For those of you who don't know what that means, it means clockwise. It also means to go "in the direction of the sun", which I thought was very appropriate as we're going towards Yule. I also thought it was neat that our little group ended up having six sides, just like a wintery snowflake!

So, go check your mailboxes. I'm off to send addresses.