i spilled red glitter all over the floor last night and pricked my thumb with a pin. i love this time of year. as if i am not a kid every other day of the year, this giddy little girl within me awakes and i have to have my hands in everything. i always try to start out modest — my christmas list begins with a handful of names — but it keeps growing and i keep buying and i keep getting excited about all the things i can do and make and give.
so, that’s where i am right now: in a mess of glitter and sequins and paper and twine. i can hardly give another thought to much of anything else.