I'm Related to my Mother :: Personal

THIS JUST IN. As it would turn out, I'm actually my mother's daughter. I've always taken this as a fact of life, but never really understood where the genetic similarities would lie. But last week, in a completely foreign and unnatural turn of events, I felt the urge to BAKE. My mom isn't one to just bake, she's one to bake. She prefers to keep the house with a permanent aroma of fresh bread, homemade truffles, and ancient Czechoslovakian recipes that came across the pond with my great grandma. Naturally, I quit before I was behind and never tried to take up the art of baking. Until last week when butter, sugar, and whipping cream wooed me with their good looks. Friday it was chocolate truffles. Saturday, bread pudding. Sunday sounded like a day for peppermint bark. And today? Today I decided shortbread cookies would be a welcome addition to our home.

I'm assuming it's just a strange bug that accidentally fell upon me - a three day flu of sorts. But I'll nurture her as long as she wants to stay. This illness definitely beats bed rest and chicken noodle soup any day.

{Don't judge. I'm still working on making things that actually look good.}

Happy Tuesday!

Michelle

UPDATE* :: Christmas Cheer

Last week I wrote about our one lone Christmas decoration. This week I'm proud to say we've gone extra festive and brought ourselves home one fancy Douglas fir. In a completely impulsive moment of...complete impulsiveness, I decided I needed a Christmas tree. While we'll be spending our holiday in Oregon {insert ridiculous shriek of excitement here}, I realized it was nearly impossible to make a home feel warm and cozy without a fragrant living evergreen in the room. So here she is. Our first Christmas tree. I wanted to name her but Colton frowned upon the idea. He knew I'd come up with something {genius} like Beautiful or Perfect or Best Tree Ever.

Growing up my mom always managed to make our tree look like a Pottery Barn window display. This year our tree is adorned with, among other things, my childhood collection of ice skating ornaments. No joke, I collected everything...even figure skating tree decor.

Merry Christmas!

Michelle

The Month of Christmas Cheer :: Personal

I've been waiting for this day for the past eight weeks. I began listening to Christmas music sometime in October and started drinking hot cocoa in holiday mugs when it was still 75 degrees outside. But alas, the month of Christmas cheer has finally arrived and I've celebrated by bringing out our {one} holiday decoration. Weak, I know, but we haven't been married long enough to collect nativity scenes in true American pack-rat form. The following tree-carrying-Christmas-mouse is so ugly {and chintzy} it's cute but more importantly it makes me happy. And festive. And although a reminder is the last thing I need, it keeps me from forgetting to listen to the Nat King Cole Christmas station on Pandora.

Cute, right?!

Happy Christmas, Ya'll.

Michelle