The visitors yesterday made it. The realtor gave me a "window," which I don't really like. I want a call saying we're in your neighborhood and another one saying, "We're leaving your driveway." Unfortunately it doesn't work that way. I had a window of 3:00 to 3:30. I decided to be ready to go at 3 but to linger until 3:30 or we saw them drive up. At 3:25 I got a voice message saying they were running behind and would be there "within the hour." I waited another 30 minutes and then Mama, Darby, and I got in the car and rode around. I never get to do that and kind of enjoyed it. We came back after 30 minutes, and the driveway was empty. I went and looked on the counter for a card and didn't see one, so I called the realtor. He said, "We're just turning onto your street." So it was off for another 20 minutes. We then had to pass the house twice before we saw them leaving. They stayed about 30 minutes, which is better than walking in and leaving immediately, I guess.
My pictures are in a blurry stage again. I know nothing about photography, so I'm not sure what to do. Here are a few pictures that are less blurry than others.
My Christmas dishes are Christmas Tree by Cuthbertson. I don't think I would ever have worried about collecting any except that a friend just liked this salad plate and gave it to me one year.
Amazingly, these dishes were not destroyed in "the fire" we had in 1994 (I think). I had taken them down and put them on the breakfast room table the day before, and when I saw them after the fire, they were completely black. I tried cleaning one, and they cleaned up nicely. On the backs of some, you can see a little evidence - some brown spots, etc.
They go well with the runner my sister-in-law Kathy gave me. She looked over her aversion to cats just to present this to me, and we have enjoyed it.
Kathy made it a point to make sure I had Christmas things and through the years has helped me build up my collection. One of my favorites.
Speaking of cats (constantly, it seems), I enjoy this little plate. We've all found portraits of the cats we've owned somewhere in this group. Except for Maddy. There's just not one grumpy enough for her.
These napkins looked better before they were washed a few times, but I had fun doing them. There is a candy cane, a rocking horse, a wreath - 8 of them anyway. One year, I was working frantically to finish the last one before our dinner, and Sherry had to bail me out on a particular color of green that I was out of.