My friend Louise sent me this angel last Christmas, the year of The Unfinished Angel. It's just under four inches high and sits on my windowsill year round now. She reminds me of the unfinished angel in my book, and her quirkiness reminds me of my friend and of a younger me. I like that the angel is always looking up and that her wings, though crackled, are still intact.
In thinking about what holiday images I wanted to post to wish you all a merry, merry, I first chose the angel. Next, a wreath with snow on it:
A tree in the house, a wreath on the door, and snow on the wreath: that's all I need to slip into the season. That snowman by the door lights up and is my husband's addition to the front entrance. Ahem. The grandchildren LOVE it.
The final image I chose is not a conventional holiday one, but rather a reminder that our grandchildren left behind after a summer visit:
You've got to smell those roses, right? Animals, children, flowers: bliss.
Happy holidays, everyone! May your 2011 be healthy and sweet.
