The annual poinsettia acquisition has been pulled off. Without a hitch.
I almost went for the subtle variegation and pinkish quality of the one above, but you know in the end the bright, bold, red won me over.
Does this mean I am a purist at heart? Or would traditionalist be a better choice of words?
While shopping for the poinsettia, I did not get the wreath above, nor the bowl below but will have one more opportunity next weekend at the holiday farmers market. They both are so lovely, and both vendors will be there (I think).
Other holiday events have included the annual Quail Christmas Soiree that involves a gift exchange of sorts. This year we were challenged to select a gift that began with the letter "N" and in case you are wondering what starts with an "N" that is “Christmassy” - Jamie is modeling the NIGHTCAP that she received.
There may have been a smoked old fashioned to start the festivities off. Cocktails did not need to start with an N but if pushed, orange in Spanish is naranja, and yes that is a slice of peel used for garnish.
My other holiday gathering happened with the Huffs for lunch in Lawrence, where the only gifts exchanged were the pleasure of good company, wonderful stories, and some amazing Brussels sprouts. You really should try them at Merchants Pub and Plate on Massachusetts street. At the very end of our meal we scheduled our next visit - thus extending the good vibe out into the space/time continuum. Thinking back on, and looking forward to a pleasant experience hardwires it into our brains. I just read about that.
Permanently altering my mental circuits to make them less vulnerable to attacks by outside sources as well as my own worries and doubts is my new therapy. It can be challenging. Luckily there are poinsettia's, quails, and Huffs.
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