I found an old packet of stencils.
It brought back memories of us taping the stencils to the window and using a bit of fake snow to add festivity to our windows growing up.
I think the paper stencil packet lasted my whole childhood.
Things were not wasted back then. I wonder if we ever used the word disposable or recycled?
We could have sold a few of these cabinets. I think there may be a few of them under Christmas trees for husbands for Christmas.
I of course told them we bought it at I-you know-where-Kea.
My beloved has another exact cabinet with additional collected cars in his shop.
I asked him very kindly if he would mind bringing all the Christmas colored vehicles into the house and take the unChristmas colored ones out to the shop.
He did. . .he's that sort of guy.
(as I write this post .. .at 8:40 pm Thursday evening . .he is putting my winter wheels and tires on my vehicle.)
I set up a little gift wrapping center.
The wooden Butter Box held ALL the Christmas decorations for the Christmas tree when I was growing up. My mom had a very specific way of putting everything carefully away. . it always fit.
One of the old wooden Christmas Orange boxes fits rolls of ribbon perfectly.
The display was actually a bit messy looking. ..but .. . trust me when I wrap gifts for real .. .it looks much worse.
The bookshelf is nothing to write home about.
I need a few more bookshelves this size.
There is no room in the bungalow for more bookshelves.
I was determined to have a picture of my mom and dad somewhere in my Christmas decorations.
So much of what I have. . and the things that are dear to me are connected to them.
They've been celebrating Christmas in heaven for sometime already.
If I had a nickel for every time I thought of my mom while I decorated. . .
it would have been a heavy piggy bank.
It's Friday. . .the tour will resume on Monday.
Monday. . .my bathroom.
All for now. .