Sepia Saturday Is Upon Me ..
I wake up just as the sun is stretching her arms above the horizon. She is kissing the ground and touching the edges of the nights frosty blanket. I reach for my a favorite mug and ready myself for coffee. The warmth of the morning brew will surely wake me and prepare me for the day ahead of me.
As soon as it finished perking and filling the mug, I lift it to my lips for the first sip of this new day. The sun is reaching higher by the second.
I look to my right as I am letting Molly in from the chilly outdoors. She shakes off the cold and I head over to the Christmas cactus. The flowers appear like they are on fire, as the sun lights them up beautifully. The flowers, long and petals extended outward and back, remind me of a swan dive. They look as if they are jumping off the plant and falling through the sky.
More Orchid flowers, off of Peppers sympathy gift, have fallen this week. They are quietly drying on the surface below and waiting for me to place them with his ashes.
The flowers that are still alive and showing their beauty to our little world, are also turned toward the awakening sun. They too are smiling at her touches of renewing warmth, capturing all they can before its gone again.
I stroll into the living room and begin thinking about 'Weekend Vinyl' and if I'll be doing one this weekend. Does anyone besides one or two people even care for it? I have fun with it, and I suppose that is all that matters. These records will have to find a new home soon. Come Christmas Eve, a few close friends and family will be filling the space to celebrate. I'll have to move them, for a while at least.
Just above them, Mr and Mrs Frosty are cheery and happy to see the sun peaking through the window. They don't seem a bit afraid of melting.. and why would they be.. it's a painting silly. haha. They seem to be speaking to me. They are telling me I have work to do and that a Sepia Saturday morning is no excuse for the procrastination surrounding me.
After all, I have a crowd of Santas and other decorations waiting to be tucked into their seasonal resting spots.
I don't want to even mention this mess.. "Oh The Christmas Lights!"
Being stored away for the entire spring, summer and fall, some decorations need a little TLC and fixing up. I'm ready for it! A glue gun is an essential tool for these types of fixes. As you can see, I have already put it to use.
There is work to do, but there is hope. The little wicker star of hope, resting by the front door, reminds me of this small fact. There is hope for me yet. I will get this work done and will be successful in actually being productive today.
In all of the fuss over the holidays, I can't forget about tiny Miss Molly. With all of these bulky, confusing new additions to her environment, she still needs some familiarity and comfort within it. After all, she's not a artificial pup that sleeps the days away under the trees.
We made sure she has a bed in here normal resting spots, nestled among the towering decorations. Believe it or not, she actually ignores the deco and sleeps here. It surprises me since she is typically scared of EVERYTHING.
Moving on and I am ready to wrap up this Sepia Saturday. I take another quick glance around the rooms, noting what has been done and what needs finished. The wreath is hung just above the mantle, looking down on the Christmas candles and festive garland.
The stockings are hung by the chimney with care, in hopes that St Nickolas soon will be here.
Since Santa hasn't done it yet, I checked his list twice! Everything looks good to me!!
I take a moment to remember my Childhood Christmas past, the visits to the North Pole with my brother and sister, and the creepy fake Santas that I may or may not had believed was real.. hehe. The big man has got the gifts! I knew that much at least.
I also pause a moment to remember the real reason for Christmas. The reason I am going to end this post and get to work on the rest of the decorations in preparation of the seasonal festivities awaiting me.
Time is running out.. I have work to do and I'm not getting any younger. Yes, I am NOT getting any younger. Like the White Rabbit in Alice In Wonderland once said, "I'm late, I'm late, I'm late! I'm late, I'm late! For a very important date! No time to say 'hello, goodbye,' I'm late, I'm late, I'm late!”
It's shaping up to be a bright, unseasonably warm, sepia Saturday.. I guess that I should go make the best of it. Happy Saturday to all and to all a fun night!" (sorry, best I could come up with)
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“Decoration is primarily concerned with superficialities—i.e. changing the surface of a thing, and not its substance—and must therefore occupy its own space separate from art...”
― Ryan Muldowney and Jacob Muldowney
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Interesting quote about the difference between decoration and art. And your best is always good enough!
I always try my best 😁
I thought that quote was different as well. I am not sure how I feel about frames anymore, now that I really have given it some thought. lol. I guess if the frame stays in it's own space, then all is well.
I've got a bunch of Christmas lights that look about like that as well. I had planned on drinking some tea this weekend, but I never got around to it. I can't do coffee. I like the smell, but I don't care for the taste unless it is in a dark beer. Nice shots!
A nice coffee like stout is okay in my book too. I never like coffee in my younger years, but really grew to like it in my 20's. I am going to use those lights to replace bulbs in other strands that are burnt out.. so now I don't care what they look like. hehe.
There is a brewery in Detroit that makes a Vanilla Java Porter that is practically perfect in every way. It is called Atwater Brewery. Good stuff!