In the Craft Room….
31 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
by harpethview in Decorating
In the Craft Room….
31 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
by harpethview in Crafts, Decorating
In one of the upstairs bedrooms…
The skirt to the Nutcracker Prince tree is a black crinoline edged with ribbon (crinoline found at a yard sale—where else?).
30 Dec 2014 Leave a comment
by harpethview in Crafts, Decorating
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by harpethview in Decorating, Entertainment
29 Dec 2014 2 Comments
by harpethview in Decorating
Getting right to the point here—the theme for this year’s Christmas trees was
CHRISTMAS MOVIES.
White Christmas (or Holiday Inn) was the theme of two trees in the Living Room area. Here they are:
Hydrangeas sprayed white, icicle branches, a white feather boa, assorted white birds and feathers, white pinecones, and music note ornaments are on this tree.
A view of the living room—Christmas tree is to the right
29 Dec 2014 2 Comments
by harpethview in Decorating, Entertainment
Still here.
This is Jabber.
You out there?
I’m in here. Still. No, no, not inside your computer. For heaven’s sake, Weeders! Just here. AT the computer.
Sorry for the long delay. Seems that Jabber’s new computer system needed a new blog program. After several tries, and a very long instruction necessary for Jabber to understand and learn said program, here is a post. Amazing! And she made it in time—before the turn of the The Continuum.
Hum? What? You don’t know what The Continuum is?
Oh. That’s the turning of 2014 into 2015. If you use the calendar, which some don’t. But some do. Jabber does. Unless she is, as (I think) Kurt Vonnegut said, “Time Trippin’” which she does once in a while.
At any rate, time seems to get away from Jabber. In explanation, Jabber IS 111 years old and as such, time marches on more quickly for her than for those of you MUCH younger. This is because, as we all know, time speeds up as one gets older. Which means, of course, that 2015 is likely to get away from Jabber just as 2014 did, and she will be writing the same thing again on this blog in 365 (or 366) days, wondering how The Continuum got so speeded up.
THE BEAT GOES ON, PEOPLES.*
Which is not to say that a lot hasn’t happened. Which of course, it has. Below are some updates since last I posted the sad news about Security. Yes, she never will return it’s true, and we are feeling, well, INSECURE at the moment. But perhaps in the future we shall regain some sort of security—it’s not clear yet what the Continuum has in store. We shall see what we shall see and whatever will be will be. (Jabber is waxing poetic. Speaking of which, I have to wonder if she ever wanes poetic? Likely so, and likely even more so.) Jabber was and is extremely grateful and overwhelmed by all the phone calls, cards, texts, gifts and just plain love expressed to her in sympathy for the loss of Security. And she says thank you to everyone for that.
THIS TOO SHALL PASS.*
Annyyyywwaaayyyy…………
As I was writing, much has transpired since Security expired. I mean, we spent a few days feeling quite blue, and then The Continuum demanded we return to life and so we did. Turkeys were demanding our attention, not to mention children and grands and cookies, and parties and baking and decorating and all that. So, of course we complied. More accurately, Jabber complied. Along with many of Jabber’s good friends and family, for which she is most grateful. So here are a few pictures (with more to be posted soon):
Much laughter and frivolity ensued preparing the trees for Christmas—I assure you that Jabber is not the only one who gets into the holiday spirit and enjoys all the commotion of decorating! She was lucky enough to snare—no no, that’s not right!—to talk her friends and family into helping this year. More updates and photos to come…….
Before the Continuum gets out of control here.
Hold on………Live Momp*
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*By way of explanation: Jabber is more or less known for these expressions—The Beat Goes On and This Too Shall Pass.
Just ask Jabber’s grown children. “Live Momp” is a new one which Jabber accidentally developed when texting—meaning, of course, “Love, Mom” which seems to come out “Live Momp” and it more accurately described her…..a living Mop who is also a Mom and tries to clean up (exestential or thereabout) messes. That is, if she is not herself making a mess. In which case, she needs lots of Live Fromps (friends who are Moms) and she has them. So now you know. I think.