When I opened the curtains this morning, it looked like this outside.
Glorious, proper frost, no sign of rain (nothing short of a miracle given the last few weeks here) and December! My favourite month of the year by a mile.
Not least because it begins with treats for me. Though I'm not really supposed to have this until Christmas, but hey, hubby's in India this week, so he'll never know I sneaked a photo of it.
Those are my boys' fingerprints cast in silver clay by the very talented Emma of Silverpebble.
There's something about that piece of jewellery that just gives me the tingles. I just have to be patient before I can wear it. Torture. Now I know how the children feel about their advent calendars. Really - Johnny was so excited about getting into his this morning that he opened it whilst in the buff. I have a photo, but it's not for sharing here!
I have serious advent calendar envy this year. Not on the childern's behalf - they are more than happy with the hideously commercial (but chocolate-free) Lego variety. But really, all the stylish advent calendars I've been seeing are just wasted on the children.
I'm thinking of having advent in February for grown-ups. 'Seven days of specialness' or something along those lines. Perhaps a swap is in order - anyone interested?