Yesterday, we took down our Christmas decorations, and reverted to normal Spindillyrushingtonness.
What I learned in the process was that until at least July, I am going to be sweeping up silver, gold and bronze glitter. I've got it in my hair, under my fingernails and if I were a baby I'd have it in some of those darling little baby-crinkles. Try and get that picture out of your mind.
It always makes me feel a little sad that we've gone back to mundane condo so January/February is a tricky time when I contemplate painting the ceiling blue and stencilling stars on it. The last time I was tempted and gave in, Emily and I stamped silver moons and stars all over the bathroom wall. It was very invigorating. When we were trying to sell the house, that was the first thing the agent recommended we cover up. I still think it was her mistake.
Must go. Must look up ceiling paints. Must buy sponges for stamping. No! Must wake up Dave and ask for help.