A Good Sigh
When the day comes to a close and there have been some successful moments . . . there is nothing like a good sigh to center yourself.
I made a trip to Shopko to purchase a string of clear lights to allow our Christmas tree to shine brightly for the week that is coming. There was nothing to choose from in any shape or form that would resemble anything Christmas. Hmm. I took a chance and stopped at the Family Dollar store. It was a hub bub of business. I recognized the store manager and headed her way. “So you are the one!” She turned and looked surprised. “So you are the one that took all the Christmas out of Shopko and restocked it here.” Rita laughed. I believe Shopko wasn’t going to take a chance of having to have stock that they would need to liquidate on sale racks after Christmas.
Our Family Dollar store is stacked and stocked for anything and everything Christmas. It was amazing how much stock was still being put out and arranged where some of the shelving was a bit bare. I did find lights. Oh . . . did I find lights. 200 lights per box was the smallest amount of lights I could purchase. For $7.00, 200 lights and I headed home. I had not put on any amount of ornaments to speak of so it was quite easy to get the tree naked. Not all of the lights had gone out on our tree, so as I hummed around the Christmas tree, there were a few areas that got double duty. The important thing is that we have a tree that has lights to be enjoyed every day until the first of the 2019 year.
It was also a joy to finish the fringe on the afghan. Any remaining yarn is going to be tucked away and joining a variety of other types of yarn in one of our totes in the sewing studio. I am not saying no to the possibility of it being pulled out another time. It will not be a high priority. The afghan is joining our sofa with a new pillow I had made as part of our Christmas decorations.
When Kevin and Kersten had come at Thanksgiving they did not come empty handed. In
one of the boxes was the serger that I have since gotten up and running and in the second box were a few choice pieces of fabric. Kersten’s mother had thought I might be able to use what she no longer needed. The bright plaid spoke to me and I knew that there were some cardinals in one of my stitching collections. Needless to say, stitching on plaid was new to me but has opened up many more options for projects. Yes . . . taking a deep sigh feels good after a very accomplished day.