Things are beginning to feel decidedly end-of-year-ish round here. There's something about the last few days of November that sends me into a flurry of nesting. Suppose it is probably linked to the short days, hunkering down for winter and trying to impose order on the house before the relative anarchy* of the Festive Season.
*I mean anarchy, relative to real life, not anarchy of my relatives, who are, on the whole, fairly well behaved.**
So my cupboards have been treated to some new hooks
to hang our winter woollies on.
Our finances have been squared away (yes, those are credit card slips - guess we hadn't reconciled them in a while).
And I have the most gorgeous calendar (from Sarah) ready to track the passing of the new year.
We're all set, let the festivities commence.