Yesterday, seemed to be a really Monday kind of a Monday. In reaching out to people I love yesterday in their little far flung corners of the world, everyone seemed to be having, “one of those days!” Some were having worse days than others.
Mine, might have tumbled over a bit into today as I woke up thinking that today was Wednesday. Wishful thinking, I guess.
But, it snowed for a little bit this morning. I got to watch the ducks swim around the non-frozen part of the pond while on my run. There are fresh out of the oven buttermilk rolls cooling on the counter and roasted red pepper and tomato soup bubbling away on the stove for dinner tonight. All in all today’s been a pretty good day!
So, just a reminder to us all, in case you had the Monday that I did yesterday; in our own way, in our own time; we are KILLING IT, each and every day!
We did not wake up to Swedish saffron buns this morning as we are a house where everyone has a cold. But we did the next best thing; we feasted on buttery toast, hot tea and the candles were lit.
I have long been in love with this special feast day of St. Lucy. I have spoken about it a few times here in the past, usually in a Halloween related post. But, I was a very lucky girl one Christmas and Santa brought me Kirsten, the Swedish American Girl doll. I loved her so.
One year for Halloween I dressed up just like her St. Lucia outfit. My Mom braided my hair and put it up in loops held in place with red satin ribbons. She pulled out one of her Christmas wreaths and tied red satin bows in it and nestled battery operated candles in the branches. I wore a long white tunic with a huge red satin sash tied in a big bow. Only I would dress up as something Christmas related for Halloween.
Identically dressed, Kirsten and I went trick-or-treating together that year. My next door neighbour who was Swedish, got the biggest surprise when he opened his door to us. He was delighted! I will never forget the look on his face and the memories that that brought back for him. G. was a great story teller.
I hope someone brightens your path today and brings happiness and light to it on this wonderful feast day of St. Lucia. ♥
Well, this was something to put a smile on my face this morning! Google is celebrating Carmen Miranda’s 108th Birthday! You just gotta love that fruit hat! I adore this doodle, it has a Mary Blair-esque quality to it, which is very charming!
I remember the first time I saw Carmen Miranda. I was little, I was watching Turner Classic Movies and they were showing casing Cesar Romero films. They aired Week-End in Havanaand suddenly there she was twirling across the stage, singing and dancing. Designed by Gwen Wakeling, her costumes in that movie were incredibly colourful and spirited. The splashes of aqua and tangerine juxtaposed perfectly against her gorgeous olive toned skin and raven black hair. The use of vibrant tones and geometric design in her pinky-raspberry red and white stripped cropped blouse, that was then rimmed with the most luscious grape sized green beads, was simply beautiful.
Happy Birthday Carmen Miranda and Happy Thursday, we’re almost there…
The universe is indeed immense, yet at the same time it is as small as a drop of morning dew. We are separated, yet we are all connected, like the evening stars, whether they are still burning bright or have left us in a blaze of sparks.
The nighttime sky forever dimmed where they once shone. No longer burning bright, but never forgotten. The little pocket where they once existed will never be the same again, but imagine how sad it would be if the star was never there to begin with, to never have illuminated the sky with all its glory? I would rather know it once shone so bright, than never glowed at all.
I received a gorgeous Christmas parcel in the post the other week from a very dear someone, a kindred spirit and yesterday morning, my first morning of Christmas freedom, I sat alone on the couch, a cup of coffee in one hand and this book in the other. The James Galway Christmas album playing and all my twinkle lights on, keeping me cozy as the rain splished splashed down outside:
I have given Susan Branch books to friends over the years, but have not had one myself, so this book in particular, it being her Christmas book, is very special to me.
I came across this quote and read it and read it again. For all that is happening in the world right now, I felt that it was befitting. We are in a Season of Hope and we must continue to walk in faith: