Getting there...

Yesterday my Dad and I ventured out to get a Christmas tree.  Before we left I explained that I only wanted a little tree this year, 3-4ft tall to sit on top of a table, and due to my tendency to get over excited at the Christmas tree farm I asked him to talk me down if I started swaying towards the bigger trees.  We came home with a 6ft 6 tree ha ha! Although it was skinny enough to go in the spot where the table was intended so it worked out OK (phew).



Cameron was right, though, the tree arriving has put a festive spring in my step.  Before we left I baked mince pies and got the Christmas CDs out to really try and boost my mood. 



New on the tree this year:
Remember these baubles I made for gifts and swaps?



Well a swap partner sent me this darling little decoration and a cute owl candle in the post.



And today the postie delivered a parcel from my Mum with these lovely decorations she made.  My Mum's crochet work is so impressive - my lazy instagram pictures do not do them justice.  Thank you Mum!




Socks (the kitten) helped of course.



In fact, he's having a rather lovely first Christmas experience with all the great things to spin and bat about but he's being so much more well behaved than I had anticipated, so far.



This morning we are surrounded by freezing fog, it's like Narnia out there - I can't even see the houses across the street.  I'm feeling grateful that my errands in town can be delayed until another day and am planning on knuckling down to those last few blanket squares.