one year and five months . . .

. . . and you still make me as happy as the first snow fall of the year does; every day.

(w)rapping for me homies . . . .

my most favourite part of giving gifts is the wrapping.

there is something so magical about making snowflake doilies, buying beautiful card and tissue paper, cuttong pretty ribbon and then sitting at your kitchen table typing special words for the most specialest of people in your life . . .

mulled wine and home-made pizza . . .

my boy has been very poorly for the last week but he still insisted on making us awesome freshly home-made pizza. to say thank-you and to help kick start his wee immune system i made a huge pot of mulled wine . . . mmmmm. we are finding our own traditions for the season. real ones that mean something. it's beginning to smell and taste alot like christmas around here. and with the first snow fall today, magic is so thick in the air you have to shake it out of your hair after you take off your woolie hat when you come home . . .

magic and other such sparkles . . .

the last day of school. candles, carols, secrets, tears; magic . . .

"Joachim thought it strange that everything that had to do with Christmas was so special. It was one of the most secret things in the whole world."

(reading this special book again )

the twenty one balloons . . .

listening to this beautiful band sing of life and its magical mysteries. the world is not flat. and how lucky we are that we have those we love. but sometimes when they are so far away we would love nothing more than to float to them on a big gust of winter wind.

"it's funny how the wind still makes me homesick sometimes . . ."

urban angels . . .

ellie and i had such a lovely morning. hot chocolate and coffee at urban angel, swanky culinary treats at real foods, ooohing and aaahing at cath kidston,polaroid magic, talk of christmas filling the air. xx

slow food . . .

in our home, food is always slow.
i hope it always stays that way because his cooking was the first thing i fell for. well, after his cheeky irish viking warrior ways and his mind blowing intelligence.

fairisle . . .

this hat makes decemeber so much more beautiful, if that were even at all possible.

the first advent candle was lit yeasterday and we sang words of joy. christmas cottage scenes were painted, straw stars assembled so delicately and apple cake was shared amongst friends who grow closer and closer each week. a little nerd girl received two A+ grades in essays she thought she would barely pass. a very deep discussion was had about the true meaning of the festivals and gaia in all her breathing, magical splendor was whispered of, softly. and i am slowly, slowly remembering why i came down to walk upon her.

"just come on home" . . .

"you pulled me out of the dark and now it's light"

good luck charms . . .

quite recently my beautiful good luck horse necklace broke. it is in horse hospital (with the maker) getting better and has been for over two months. i am a teeney bit heartbroken.
i've had a very tough few weeks and just got some very good news about a big scare i had. methinks the good luck came to visit because of all the horses we seem to have galloping around our wee home.

this is a huge thank-you to my wee equine guardians. i was a very scared girl for a wee while and now i am just a wee happy one.