Home!

Home! Home after a wonderful Thanksgiving with family. How about yours? I hope it was wonderful and cozy and happy and all the things holidays should be.

I awoke this morning aware of these three things: first, that I was home but I was freezing. Second, that it wasn't quite morning after all, and third, that the room was fluttering. Of course, the heat had gone out and it was 44 degrees inside, the clock proclaimed an ungodly hour of 4:00 AM, and there was a little wren perched atop the blades of my ceiling fan. Perched, that is, except for when it would fly its desperate and fluttering-winged self straight into the walls and windows.

Needless to say, I was one of the crazies who shopped before daybreak on Black Friday. But hey. I have most of my stuff for tomorrow night's party and was home by noon. (All this after, of course, I de-birded Freeman House, which is no small undertaking.)

I am renovation holiday woman. Hear me roar!

Shiver.

So here I am, home at last, and busy preparing for tomorrow. I still need to:

Sugar the cranberries

Wash glasses

Shine silver

Pretty up the buffet

Decorate

Get out all three artificial Christmas trees

Um... clean

and, Um, cook

Would love to sit and chat but... can't. Maybe later, when the bathroom is clean and the dressing is mixed and all the dead plants are disposed of and replaced with glimmering, bejeweled trees. (I'm doing a Partridge in a Pear Tree tree this year! I can't wait for you to see!)

Happy holidays from Freeman House!