Friday, December 2, 2011
The Husband owes me a column as it's the first Friday of the month. However, he's off camping with The Child and friends. I couldn't go and then another mother dropped out for various reasons. The third remaining adult female, over coffee earlier in the week, realised she could have a free weekend if she also opted out and come to the Finders Keepers market tomorrow instead. So she did.
Before The Child left this morning I asked her to choose which of our wreaths we'd hang on the door this year. Something I usually do.
The top one is more than 10 years old and has fallen out of favour in recent years.
She's always been a little against this red-and-white number since I pimped it a few years ago changing its subtle gold and apricot tones with white paint and red glitter. She thought it was a mistake at the time and hasn't really let go. Probably doesn't help that it's had the honour the last two years running.
She's never really been fond of this one, which usually ends up on an interior door or on the fireplace, but The Child is always a surprise so it had an even chance.
She pondered, she inspected, she tapped her index finger against her lips deep in thought. She then pointed to the first one and declared it the winner. So be it. And it does sparkle beautifully in the afternoon sunlight. Glad it's come full circle.
Have a lovely weekend. x