
Hope you and yours have a wonderful Christmas day together.
Safe travels and I will check back after the New Year.
Our Bee plays Dirty Santa each December and there is rarely a gift I wouldn't love to have in any of the bags. Last night I took my turn to "steal" a handmade tote full of neutral fat quarters. But alas it was stolen away from me. So I decided to open another wrapped gift...and what I had was the perfect gift for me. I have never made stockings...and this gift game complete with the fabric to make these two! I think I will hand quilt these and even make the little wool flower hangers at the top. I think its the nine patch for me, and the flying geese for Go Postal. Thanks Salem Stitcher! Good thing I have almost 12 months to complete them!All have been really special for different reasons. Now its just time for some last minute cooking, a candle light Christmas Eve service and then just kicking back and enjoying Christmas day!

We also treated ourselves to a nice dinner out at one of our local wineries Saturday night. We stopped by to pick up a gift certificate and were amazed they had tables available so we indulged. Sometimes the nicest evenings are those that were not planned.
If you get a chance check out the Century Kitchen at Flint Hill Vineyards located just south of East Bend in Yadkin County. I don't think you will be dissapointed.
OK everyone can see its a pewter owl. But when you haven't been getting enough sleep you mind can play tricks on you. I was unpacking Christmas stuff last week and heard skittering noises in the corner above the TV. I looked up and saw this back in the shadows behind a speaker (not where it normally is) The noises, the shadows, not enough sleep...I was convinced I saw its head move and was real. I retreated to my room, and called Go Postal who was already on his way and told him to hurry. I thought in addition to trying to seal up the attic he would have to get the bird out of the house. He was very brave, put on gloves...got a towel to wrap it up and approached the shelf. Needless to say, we then had a good laugh. The noises were real, the bird was not. So far the flying squirrels want nothing to do with peanut butter or almonds. The skittering continues. Not sure if they have another access point or just have enough acorns stored that they can last the winter.