"My father worked in profanity the way other artists might work in oils or clay. It was his true medium, a master"

The title of my post is a quote that some of you may recognize. It is from my all time favourite (I cannot express this enough to you) Christmas movie. It is A Christmas Story. If you are one of the unfortunate people that has never seen this movie I strongly urge you to rent or buy it. We all watch it every single year. Traditions die hard in the Knitty, Vintage and Rosy house.

So this is what I have been doing with my precious time. I know it doesn't look like much but this is as good as it will get for the livingroom. Do you like the light on or off? I wasn't sure so I posted both. This view is from the diningroom. I only discovered this wonderful view when I was hiding behind the draperies in there, playing hide and seek with the dog. Am I the only one that does this?

Notice the drinks tray? I was thinking about nipping into the sherry a few minutes ago but put the kettle on instead. It is mightily cold in these parts tonight. And, we are suppose to get 5cm of snow tonight, possibly 15-20 on Friday and perhaps more on Sunday. Yayyyy!

This is a handmade card I received from my husband's aunt about 15 years ago. I love it to bits. Isn't it lovely?

Mercury glass ball. New. Couldn't resist. (We needed more decorations like I need a hole in my head.)

Handpainted ball from a local artist.

That is the livingroom.

If I am as organized as Anthea Turner, and we all know I am (writer lets out shrill laugh and guffaws) I shall return with more dribble and orange like pictures.