elf

I have decided that my calling in life is to become an elf. (When I say elf I mean a one of Santa's helpers kind of elf not a Lord of the Rings kind of elf). I'm small. I like making things. What other requirements could I possibly need to fulfil? For the past few weeks most of my spare time has been filled with Christmas present and card making and in spite of not being the world's biggest fan of Christmas I'm enjoying this year's build up. Although I suspect that may have something to do with the fact that this year I've eschewed Christmas shopping in favour of the aforementioned making of presents. I had a tiny amount of shopping to do which I did yesterday and was fortunate enough that not only was Oxford Street not painfully busy but that it also snowed quite heavily and so I mostly enjoyed the experience. Today has seen the first wearing of my favourite jumper - my alpine style Shetland wool jumper which used to be my Mum's and I save for wearing this time of the year (it's very The Ice Storm). And also my first taste of my winter lettuce that I've been growing which I had for lunch with some poached eggs.

(my living room looking cosy and festive, a failed attempt at photographing the snow whilst shopping, my tasty lunch, and fortnum and mason's window display - just because)