A Very Decent Sunday

I decided that it was finally time to take down my Christmas decorations today and so I did. 
Well, I sort of did.
I unwove the vintage Santa lights from the stairs and wound them up and put them in their vintage Santa box although not in the way they were meant to be arranged. Rubber bands were involved. 
I say I "sort of" took down my Christmas decorations because I have yet to take the little battery twinkle lights off the Norfolk Island Pine. But hey- how much holiday stuff can a woman do in one day? 
If the woman is me, not much. 
Besides, I really like those twinkle lights. They might stay up for awhile. 

While I was in decor mode, I hung the darling Rolling Stones ornament that Rachel and Hank got me for Christmas. I could not figure out where to put it because it doesn't exactly fit in to what I perceive as my vision when it comes to hanging random items on walls and from...things. 
But then it occurred to me that I was being completely ridiculous. AS IF I had a vision of anything used as decoration in this house. So I gave the ornament a place of high pride which is above the kitchen sink. That lacy thing behind it is indeed lace, a runner, I think, that I picked up somewhere which works perfectly to block some of the horrendous fluorescent light which is behind it. And give that area a little Classy McClassness. 

Am I right? 

Haha!
I do not mind Christmas decorations at all, and in fact, I like many of them so much I keep them hung up all year, every year. 
For example.

I've discussed those star lights which have been shining on and off for so many years it seems impossible. 
The vintage ornaments above the doorway were ones Glen's parents owned. I love them so much I could not fathom putting them away for fifty-one weeks of the year and so I didn't. They are hung from over the door to the library, across the stretch of kitchen wall behind a bookshelf where I keep cookbooks and the refrigerator and then over that doorway into the hall. They end here.

There is a story to those little cherubim but no need to go into that tonight. Bottom line is, I love them. 

I got Owen's jeans sewn up today. They're not going to rip in the same place again, I will tell you that, but my needlework leaves a lot to be desired. I feel that it was a learning experience and as such, was quite valuable and Owen won't care a bit. 

Maurice doing quality control, as she does. 
She didn't seem to care either. 
But now I think I know how to better do what I was aiming for and have a pair of Mr. Moon's overalls that are also ripped to test that theory out. 

The sun came out again today. When I went to the garden to pick salad for tonight's supper, the sky was gray and dismal but by the time I'd filled my basket, I looked up to see this.

Wait. What? 
And before too long, all of the clouds from our patch of sky were gone. We did get a nice amount of rain yesterday though, and I will not begrudge gray skies which bring that. 

Here are what the tiny collard sprouts are looking like. 

Oak leaves for scale. 
Nah, they were just there. 

It's been a sweet day and although I have not completely done a news blackout for myself, I have tried to take everything in stride, knowing that resistance is NOT futile and knowledge is power. 
And then threaded my needle again. 
I did watch the short little video HERE and it at least made my heart a little lighter. I do indeed love Seth Rogan. He speaks the truth and fears no man which is something we could all aspire to. 

Spaghetti sauce on the stove, one of the ingredients being a jar of golden cherry tomatoes I canned two summers ago. They are as sweet as jam, no sugar needed. 

Tomorrow I'll be getting my scan at 11 and then we'll go from there. 

See you tomorrow.

Love...Ms. Moon