My grandfather always called hershey kisses Silver Bells, which is what I always think of when I hear that song. Chocolate. Yum.
So, I cut my hair last week, to my chin. It was long enough to be cut off in a pony tail and donated to Locks of Love, which made me happy. I have a lot of hair and love the idea of it helping a child with cancer. What that meant for me is that over ten inches of my hair was chopped off in the first two minutes of my hair cut. Which was somewhat traumatic. But I love my new cute bob, and I’m relearning how to dry my hair. I look shockingly different, I think you could walk by me and not recognize me. I’m such an attention whore.
Last week it was 80 degrees every day. Very not christmas. Yesterday it rained and rained and rained, and then after it finished raining the temperature dropped dramatically and the wind started blowing and when I woke up this morning everything was bright and clean and pretty and FREEZING. And feels more Christmas.
So I’m making beef vegetable soup tonight (my grandmother’s recipe) and snuggling under a blanket and addressing Christmas cards. I bought the cards forever ago and if I can’t get it together enough to write addresses on them and put them on the mail (I’ve even already bought the stamps) then I need to make some serious changes in my life. And I like my life and don’t really love change.
If you wish me to send you a Christmas card – email me your address – charlsiekate@gmail.com.
Happy Christmas! I love you all!
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