A fortnight not to be forgot…

These past two weeks have been some different kind of a roller coaster ride then the previous eight were. And maybe a little scarier. But the lessons learned were invaluable and I’m on to much bigger and better things.

Since the world is nothing but a horrible needless shit show at the moment I have found myself needing to refocus my energy elsewhere and I’m trying to not let it get to me.

But in the spirit of never a dull minute and me wanting to learn something new every day, well, I just have to trust the process. And be thankful literally every day is a masters class of late.

Tomorrow is my mother‘s 94th birthday dinner and these past few days of contemplating sentiment/presence/gratitude and the realization there are not gonna be too many holiday seasons w/her ahead, well, leave me feeling conflicted; melancholy and a little insecure about the end of holiday traditions and wondering if I will ever get to taste the flavors of Eleanor Fodor’s Christmas cookies ever again. Y’all know, I pride myself on trophy-winning Christmas cookies and Five-star televised cookie exchanges, but I still haven’t conquered those tastes and textures from my childhood memories of my mom‘s homemade Christmas cookies yet. And it’s killing me. I did spend today, November 1, unpacking Christmas boxes from Grandma B. and going down Memory Lane of Christmases past, especially the one we spent in Fairbanks, Alaska, watching the northern lights at 3 p.m. Christmas Eve and the next morning, flying out of Chena Hot Springs and lunching at the North Pole w/eskimo’s and baby seals.

I am grateful for the traditions instilled in me by my parents and somehow, someway, will always carry that into my holiday season and Decor. Whether it be hand blown German kugel ornaments from the 1940’s to Martha Stewart’s 2001 First Snowfall collection (exclusively at Kmart!!!) and now Grandma B’s needlepoint ornaments and handmade acorn garland, well I’m feeling in a pretty good space to carry on the traditions I’ve been gifted; not to say I won’t have my own twist. LOL