just not ready...

Mudroom welcome December 2009
I am not ready for Christmas.  The holiday magazines are piling up and I just can't open them.

Not yet.

I've loved this fall...

and I'm going to squeeze every last crisp, crunchy, brown, leaf out of it...

before I hang my stockings.


Today I drove around in the town where Kevin and I started our married life.

I kind of got choked up when I passed our first house which we bought shortly after we married. 

And where we had Charlotte.

We sold it when Charlotte was just a year old. 

That year of getting to know my little girl in that cozy english cottage in the beautiful lakeside town was sweet.

I found this picture of her nursery and was surprised at how much I still love it...

I mean that was over 9 years ago and I think I would still do the periwinkle and the gauzy drapes with the embossed bumble bees. 

That C on the shelf came from my first visit to Anthropologie...the gem of a store I "found" during a fun trip with friends to Chicago over 11 years ago.  The start of my Anthro love affair. Sigh...

I miss that house.  I miss the window hardware and the shiny pine floors.  I miss walking Charlotte in the stroller down to the lake, to the library...

and to Starbucks where total strangers would comment on her chubby kissable cheeks.

Now Charlotte is asking Santa for an iPod touch.

No...I'm just not ready.


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