Sliding in to Christmas

Things went a little pear shaped earlier this week and I crashed into bed with a two day migraine.

What a disaster !

Yesterday, feeling better I wrote my ten mile long list of things I HAD to do to catch up, cooking , cleaning, shopping, sewing............

and then I did none of them.

I went to the supermarket and I bought stuff.

I had coffee with Flowergarden

I visited Ballarat Patchwork (twice).

I played with dollies.

Last night we had a little get-together with neighbours and guess what??

No one noticed that I hadn't hand-cured my own cheese by the light of a blue moon or that the short breads were not hand sugared by seven vestal virgins.....

Seriously no-one cared !

The Christmas police have not called to say that I cannot share my gifted Christmas cake with my in-laws - that I must make one myself. I have not been issued a pre-Christmas warning to pick up my game.

There has been no town crier in the streets calling "hear ye, hear ye, Jodie of Ballarat has dropped the ball. Jodie hereby and henceforth fails Christmas"

But just before I sink into the pit of irredeemable slackness, where the bad parents, sloppy housekeepers and wanton lushes live, I just want to say thanks. Thanks for every visit and comment and lurk. Thanks for the friendship, selvedges, support and hot-tea-snorting-out-the-nose-laughter.

May your Christmas , no matter what shape or size, be just right for you.