Merry Christmas to all, and to all a goodnight! I'm so glad to be home with my family this weekend - nice to relax a tiny bit after a hectic December, and have a good time.
Ahem...and a Happy Birthday to me. I can't expect others not to overlook it if I don't even acknowledge it :). Being a Saturday, everyone was off of work, so we took Maggie to the park for lunch, then got ready for the gathering at our house after the Christmas Eve service. By the way, Maggie was very unreceptive to my serenades of Good King Wenceslas...she says that the Feast of Steven can bite her. This birthday has been tough on me so far. For some reason, 26 is much more difficult to accept than anything before it has been. Probably because I still feel like 23...or 6 on a good day.
OK, got to go to bed or Santa won't come...
I'm getting antsy, as it's 3:30 and I'm leaving at 4 to go to the airport and fly home for Christmas. The last hour or so just drags by. Well, unless you have 40 things to do, and then it goes way too fast.
We had our Christmas party at the gallery last night - a couple of hours for the customers, then we kicked them out and had our little staff shinding. And I've got to say that I really enjoy everybody I work with. Like any group of people I'm around for too long, there are times when people rub me the wrong way, but I do truly enjoy everybody when it's all said. And we've all worked to hard since the move and during the Christmas season, so it was fun to relax as a group.
I spent Sunday afternoon making mint ganache brownies and they were quite the hit. As for me, I ate enough cheese to last me a year or so (channelling Wallace, I think).
Clair talked me into working a Christmas party last night with her for a couple she knows from the Yacht Club. It was fun in a strange way (besides the I-just-made-100-bucks way), and gave me a bit of a glimpse into Lake Norman high society. Or rather, what people with money and boats who only hang out with other people with money and boats are like when they get together and start drinking. Lots. Actually, that sounds snooty. Several of the guests were genuinely nice, and it was a very good chance to talk up the gallery as well. Plus a little extra cash before the holidays never hurt anyone.
The first weekend of December is always Christmas in Davidson - a street festival downtown with carriage rides, living nativity, choirs, Santa, and of course, the Dog Fashion Show. It's really such a fun time, and I'm so glad that this year Wooden Stone really go to participate. We've been so busy that I've barely had time to enjoy things up the street, but I did get to visit the camel that I made friends with last year and see a puppy dressed as Elvis. And I sold a painting in our art auction. Or at least I will have once the bidding closes tonight. It's a study of my red teapot, blue sugar bowl, and cow creamer that I plan on doing much large as soon as things get less frantic. Or when I have a day off that isn't spent in recovery. It's funny, but I the whole time I've been hoping that Herb doesn't wander in and see the sorry excuse for painting I've been doing lately. I'm enjoying it, but I know it isn't pushing any envelopes, mine or otherwise, and certainly isn't a defined body of work. Maybe after the new year I'll join in on a figure drawing class at the Icehouse or something. Something to stretch me.