It was lovely to wake up to a dusting of snow this morning. Just enough to make our decorative snowflakes stand out and hold their own against the real ones outside the window. The sunroom is now resplendant with blue balls and shimmery silver branches that provide for a frosty feel of winter’s hand. It was warm, however, with the laughter and conversation from the Scottsbluff Fiber Arts Fair board and volunteers last evening. We talked of this last fair’s successes and plans for the year to come. We even had show and tell as we shared items purchased or created from the the fair this year — from class projects to finished fiber for making our own glorious treasures. Unfortunately, we each liked our items so well, I doubt they will find their way under the Christmas tree this year, unless they are wrapped as a “gift to self” from Santa!
The Dickens Christmas village is set up in the Music Room and just begs to be admired. There are stories about each individual home, store, person represented there — our little miss bringing in the Yule log, the baker selling gingerbread men, the lamplighter, and the boy delivering coal each look as if ready to burst with Christmas cheer.
Allan has been busy outdoors, too. The wreathes are hung, the lamposts are dressed, and the wine wagon is ready to roll with white lights and candles showing the way. He’s been working hard in the Bunkhouse, too, adding a hitching post to the front porch and some wonderful shelves to hold his nostalgic Coca Cola collection.
I have had jobs for him to do indoors, too! He’s hung lights on the antique headboards in all the guest rooms, added lights and roping to the banister and garlands of holley to the elk chandelier . I’m sure he’s wishing for an elf to come and help him finish up all the projects I still have in store for him!