It was with some interest that I posed for a drawing my grandmother was working on last evening. Never have seen her pick up a pencil and start drawing that way. It's been a challenge for her to write much of anything lately, though she does stay on top of her crossword puzzles always working in ink and using all caps.
Note the turned-out foot and the way she placed my hand. Find myself wondering if it speaks of my impatience and frustration from time to time. She has made me look like something of a whacked bird, don't ya think? Love the bob that she gave my hair, though.
Looking forward to Thursday morning when we'll take down the tree. It's the morning after Epiphany, which we will celebrate with a Christmas-style dinner and some reading and reflection. We may use the final ceremony of Advent as our take-off place. It was gleaned from Quill Cottage with year before last's Christmas post Serendipity Sunday Week Four. And there may be a final gift of Christmas for John and Nan...we'll see. And it's fun to think that, even though I'm taking the tree down, it'll be right back up before the year ends.
Happy redecorating to us all!
