Dear Sunday Letter friends,
Happy first Sunday Letter of 2020! So far this year, I’ve been super busy. If you read yesterday’s Grace Grits Newsletter, you probably know why. If you aren’t a subscriber, you can sign up HERE.
Forgive me for such a short letter. I was super excited about typing the first one with 20 in the date. The truth is, when you spend all your days hunkered over your MacBook, there isn’t much to report. You may get to the end and think she should have skipped this one altogether…
Eleventh Day of Christmas
Today is the Eleventh Day of Christmas—the Eleven Pipers Piping Day. At our house, we are still in full-blown Christmas mode with our decorations all around and our tree front and center. I don’t know when I’ve enjoyed a Christmas tree so much.
There was a time not that long ago when I took my tree down between Christmas and New Year’s (or New Year’s Day at the latest). This was part of my preparation to go back to work after a week of vacation. I needed a fresh house to get back into the mindset of work and the hustle required to keep up with our family/kid routines.
But things are different now that I don’t work a full-time job in the corporate world in a major city. So many changes have come my way because of my writing. Tapping into my creative, stop-and-smell-the-roses side, opens up a different attitude. Even the ability to leave my tree up until Epiphany is directly related to this change.
And I am grateful.
It may sound silly, but I physically could not have left my tree up this long even ten years ago. It would have driven me mad.
Pipers piping? The song refers to bagpipers, right?
I imagine eleven bagpipers playing together would be very loud. Perhaps drive me mad, even today.
One of my goals this year is to cook a few new dishes each month. It’s so easy to get into a rut and eat the same ole same ole week after week.
My first attempt was Salisbury steak!
I followed this recipe from Allrecipes, substituting jalapeño ketchup for regular because that’s all we had. Otherwise, I followed the recipe exactly.
If you have a favorite recipe I should try, please share. I’m already out of ideas. Ha!
For Christmas, I finally received the magnifying glass I’ve been wanting. The past few years when anyone asks me what I want, I say, “A magnifying glass.” They laugh and look at me like I’m crazy. Or they worry that my eyes have gotten so bad that I need a super sonic magnifying glass to read.
It’s a gardening thing. I’m that big of a gardening nerd that I want to look at plants and insects up close.
Well, now I have one. (Thanks Laura and Tate!) So far I’ve inspected all of the plants inside my house.
Right off I discovered one of my non-blooming orchids has 5 teeny buds! I would not have noticed these buds for some time without my magnifying glass.
Sometimes it really is the little things.
Evidently my sister and I were forced into a Little House on the Prairie phase. I seriously doubt we chose or liked these nightgowns with matching bonnets.
Mercy. Did we sleep in these things?
It appears my baby doll has already escaped her high chair, while I’ve moved on to Cootie (or some other game I can’t quite make out). The stockings are hung and the tree sparkles with tinsel.
The astute may recognize the similarities to Gracie Lee’s house:)
Things Momma Says:
(while clothes shopping)
I’m going through a pink phase.
(better than a Little House phase…)
Thanks for being a faithful Sunday Letter reader!
Grace Grits and Gardening
Farm. Food. Garden. Life.