December has come and gone like some impressionist painting - a blur of color and quiet, detail and dream.
I've been enjoying my new piano so much. The bus studio slowly became the workroom of my dreams with a little piece added here, a new table curtain and ironing board cover there. You'll recognize the board cover fabric here, and here!
The December contra dance was Perfect.
I sewed my way through all of Rudyard Kipling's Just So stories, A Tale of Two Cities, and A Christmas Carol while getting orders finished for Christmas delivery.
I went to the Spokane Jazz Orchestra's Glenn Miller Christmas concert again this year with wonderful friends. The Bing Crosby theater was again magnificent, and the music so, so brilliant.
Quiet, peaceful, crisp and clear. The impossible unfolding before me without my even looking for it.
"It is the sweet, simple things of life which are the real ones after all."
Hot fudge sundaes just before midnight in concert finery: excellent, this is.
I hope your December has been beautifully bright, irresistibly merry, and blessed with countless quiet and treasured moments.