My lovely, soulful friend Rebecca at A Re-Purposed Life celebrates her birthday a week before Christmas. Last year, as well as this one, she threw herself a party...only she didn't get gifts...she gave 'em. I was one of the lucky ones and my package arrived just after Christmas.
Me being me...I started to open it but found myself stopping just short of decimating it. Talking to the voice that only I can hear...the conversation went something like this.
Myself: "Girl...why don't you wait 'til next year?"
Me: "Hush your mouth...have you lost your cotton pickin' mind? I'm dying here to see what's tucked inside that beautiful paper!"
Myself: "Yeah, I know...myself included, BUT if you wait...think how much more of a thrilling surprise it'll be. Kinda like ol' Santy Claus dropped by early just 'cause you're his favorite
naughty nice little girl. Right?"
Me: "Law...I hate to admit it, but when you're right...you're right. Okay...but I'm putting it on a low shelf so I can at least stare and drool during the year thinking about what's inside...and You.Can't.Stop.Me!"
Myself: "Wouldn't think of it ol' girl. Be my guest and I'll be thinking the same thoughts...kinda like we share a brain or somethin'!"
So-o-o...there it has sat on that shelf...just waiting for me to pluck it off and rip into. Has it been hard not to peek you ask? You betcha!
Have I peeked? Not on your life...although I came close a coupla times when I was having one of those days.
Let me tell y'all...when it came time to start dragging in the boxes for decking the halls, I first went to the bookshelf in my office and took this bad boy down. Thank goodness R.E. didn't use a lot of knots and tape or I would've been reduced to using my teeth to tear into it. (At my age, using one's teeth for anything other than chewing or grinnin' is a gamble at best...and sometimes even that is risky!)
Goodness knows I tried to be a good little girl this year...and look at what I got for my efforts!
Can you say Oh Mylanta?!?
I knew her handcrafted stockings were going to be inside, but I wasn't prepared for this pirate's booty of loveliness that awaited me. My poor eyes didn't know what had hit them...from all the shiny...or all the tears running down my chubby cheeks.
The photos did not do justice to the tiny stockings she had crafted with her own two little hands, nor the bird that winged it's way from Illinois to Texas.
And the pendant...2 die 4 perfect. This is exactly how Myself pictures me and our view on my life...at least in my mind's eye. As a wise person once said..."When the legend becomes fact...print the legend." and let's be honest...I tend to be a legend in my own mind...'specially around the Casita de Trash when no one is looking!
This is my way of saying Thank You Rebecca for being such a cherished friend and for getting my Christmas spirit going early on...and a thank you to myself for making me wait!
It was so worth it!
Speaking of giveaways...have I got a doozy coming y'alls way next week...thanks in part to my crazy, gypsy-souled friend, Susie of Spoonin fame. (Did I mention crazy?) Now pay close attention...there will be a test later.
One day next week (I'll not say when, 'cause in case y'all haven't noticed...I've been more than just a little SADD* here lately.) and to convince myself I'm not the
only nut job Lone Stranger this time of year, I'm planning a special post to give away this fantastic pendant made by Susie. Very apropos...wouldn't you agree?
(*SADD: Squirrel Attention Deficiency Disorder)
I'm all over the place normally, but at Christmas...seems like I'm worse. Could be all the glitter, tinsel, and lights. (At least that's what I tell myself...and myself always has my back in agreement.) 'Course it could also be the crazy hoops we all jump through to get it all done by the 24th. Whatever the reason...I am a loose cannon until the 26th.
I've been known to hide gifts and not find them until 3 years later. One year's family Christmas portraits are still MIA.
I've prepared appetizers lovingly referred to as "foot dip". FYI...there is such a thing as too much fresh bleu cheese.
I've been caught swinging from the chandelier with my hair in hot rollers, sans underwear by early arriving guests...talk about shock and awe!
I've set guests' holiday sweaters on fire. Who knew ugly sweaters were that flammable?
In other words...I am a squirrel gone amuk this time of year, but I have a hunch I'm not alone here. To prove my
theory hunch...I'm gonna give y'all a week to think of your most hilarious squirrel tail...ooops...tale to leave as a comment.
Not this week y'all...next week...got it? If you do it this week...it could count as a squirrel moment...or just that I'm too long winded and you zoned out eons ago! Hmmm...I may even find out if you really do read me.
I'll be back next week to give y'all all the 411, but in the meantime, if I don't talk to you between now and then...
from my casita to yours...and with much love from me and mine...