I've confessed it here before: I'm a book junky.
When I was a kid, I dreamed of someday owning a house with a library... with bookshelves from floor-to-ceiling and a sliding ladder. I also dreamed of a pony and a mint green Fender Strat. Funny how none of these things have quite panned-out. Ha. I guess I'm still working on the library - or, more realistically, at least a solid collection of pretty and readables.
I think this Emily Chalmers book looks like a lovely read and I'm thinking it will have to be the next book purchase... or maybe Santa read my wishlist and he'll pull through?!
I *THINK* I may have finished my painting order last night... well, nearly. Just a few touch-ups left. However, I haven't looked at it yet this morning - I'm just hoping I don't have my usual "hate it, hate everything about it" post-painting meltdown. This feeling usually subsides within a day or two, but quite frankly, I have no time for the meltdown with SO much holiday fun to catch-up on.
Fingers, toes and whatever else crossed - here's hoping I've got all the loose ends tied up with it before long!