Tuesday, December 27, 2016

moving right along...

Christmas has passed, the New Year hasn't arrived yet, and Chanukah is on night #4 -- New Year's Eve will be the last night.  I can't remember when there has been such a perfect confluence of holiday dates.

I'm in Florida and I spotted a menorah in the kitchen cabinet.  But it appears to be child-sized-- which mystifies me, since no children ever lived here. I wasn't even sure the candles would fit, but they do -- and the wax drips all over the counter in little blobs.   
I thought the $6.99 candles would burn much longer than the $1.99 candles, but I was wrong. Oh well.

In the meantime, lest you think I have been idle, my guest room has turned into my sewing room. It is just as messy as the one at home, but it didn't take as long to get this way.  I will show you the neat parts:

And no, I haven't cut into that African fabric yet. Maybe in January.

Ok, the candles have burned out, so I can go to bed.  Last night I was so tired I went to bed at 8:30 and woke up well rested -- three hours later.  Good grief! I had to stay up for a few hours so I could go back to sleep. (what is wrong with this picture?)

Hope you are having some sort of vacation this week. I am off to bed - it is now a civilized enough hour for that. xo


Linda Hicks said...

I need to loosen up like you :*)))) and get back to painting...In such a small temporary dwelling, I am shy about getting the paints out... I do wonder about the mystery of the menorah. Maybe what was available one year, used by adults...a last minute thing. But children are everywhere. If you cut up the African fabrics (which I couldn't), I will get out those paints!

Blue Sky Dreaming said...

I like this menorah and good luck with the melted wax clean-up! We went with the least expensive multi-colored 2.50 box and not a drip...go figure? So beautiful on the last night...Happy Hanukkah.

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