Lattes & Late Holiday Wishes.

  • Eating: Chocolate croissants & cup after cup of coffee.
  • Listening to: Barcarola (Songs for Christmas Volume VI) by Sufjan.
  • Wearing: Khakis & a polo. And I feel funny.

Hello, cheri!

I hope all of you had a sacred holiday at home this season. For the first time in a long time, it wasn’t warm enough here to skip to my grandparents next door in a sweater & sandals on Christmas. I sleep-walked downstairs to frost on the ground and the next day, snow. I don’t mind it much, though. There’s always something magical about snow the first time you see it, whether that winter magic is inherent or ingrained in me by too many years of watching it blanket the silver screen, falling from the Hogwart’s Dining Hall ceiling, I couldn’t say. And yes, I do realizing I am admitting my inner nerd. Christmas is a season for honesty, is it not? Honestly eating as much as you want –– all diets disregarded. Honestly giving & sharing. Making preparations for honest resolutions in the days to come.

And speaking of the new year, I have so many new things to tell! I’ve got a new job to fill my time here at home, making lattes & bagging up pastries (such as those chocolate rolls I’ve been taking home & nibbling like mad, until one of these days –– I just know it –– my body is going to become super-saturated with carbs & I’ll wake up a giant croissant). The only downside, as I mentioned before, is my uniform: khakis & a polo, all topped with a cap. Somehow, more than my usual wild array of apparel, blending in makes me feel like I stand out. Nonsensical, I know.

But for now, I’m going to focus on the good: like my plan to learn latte art this week. (Yes, I did spend the morning watching Youtube tutorials.) And until next time, I’ll leave you with some photos from my handmade, hand stamped Christmas-carding (no, I am not finished yet. woops!). Also, be on the lookout for a New Year’s post &, subsequently, the blog’s 1 year anniversary! I can’t believe I’ve kept up with a project for so long –– & I still have to pinch myself each time one of you admits to reading my ramblings. I wouldn’t have made it this far without you, cheri. J’adore.