An Update on the House with the Purple Door (and the people inside)
I came home with a wreath and greenery for porch pots at the beginning of December and asked Allen what he thought. He said "I love it!" with an overabundance of false enthusiasm. "What do you mean by that?" I queried. "Now everyone will look at the wreath and not at the ugly purple door!" Was his reply.
A week before Christmas, we invited Grandma, Marmee and Aunt Ladina to make cut out cookies with us. It was fun, but also a lot of work for those monitoring the cookie cut-out station. Grandma used to invite us over every winter to do this and I'm so grateful that my children can continue this tradition!
Either that, or glittery goodness to throw on the floor. I'm sure that's what Gracia was thinking.