Christmas at Dee's and a simple sweet memory ~ Back to Larkrise: Primitive rug hooking at the Country Loft

I couldn't sleep this morning. I woke up three in the cold dark morning. Morris wanted out side. I timidly opened the door for a quick moment hoping there was nothing ready to jump out at me. Hubby is out of town for the day and I am the biggest chicken.So I turned on the television and put it on the Hallmark channel. Maulie my little shitzu had a look on her face like you have got to be kidding.Loyal little dog or not I am not getting up for nothing. The fire had gone out in my blue wood burning stove and I debated whether to start another one or just bundle up so I reflected on my week in my cold little yellow home.What a good week I had enjoyed!
I had dropped a twelve days of Christmas quilt to be quilted which I had been working on forever at Pam's. After a quick drop off I had scurried my suv over to Dee's home.

Once upon a time there was lovely lady with an infectious smile that made her friends lives oh so special. A visit to her home was like a trip back to another time which made Christmas time even more special to anybody that got an invite to visit her. As she opened her big blue door you could feel a blast of friendship from the top of your head to the bottoms of your toes.
As Dee peered out her door at me. I couldn't help but smile wondering what was Dee's home going to be like at Christmas time.

One of Dee's daughter had taken up photography.I couldn't believe what a good eye she has for taking pictures! The sea birds she had taken photo's of really caught your eye.I sat in the comfy chair and browsed thru the photo's and was reminded of what an art it is to capturing a moment.

As Dee and I sipped on tea and laughed and of course we both talk at once. I thought how grateful I am having good friends that laugh at my stories.

Dee bought this rug but can't remember the artist

There is nothing as wonderful as ideas and appreciation of your hard work when your making something from scratch. Dee enjoyed how my black hooked snowman is coming out and made me feel really special that day.

As we sipped on tea and I added my milk. Dee commented on how she also added milk to her tea. I told her about my father who had always added milk in his tea and that's where I had acquired that tea habit from. Dee then asked me.Oh was he English? I started to laugh at her comment.

Sometimes we don't see what's right in front of our face. I opened my arms in disbelief and had to laugh. Since I am obviously Hispanic with my shiny dark hair and olive complexion it really made me chuckle.Sharing our lives joys and sorrows with friends that come into our lives is a blessing not all people have.
Christmas has changed over the years loved ones have left us traditions that seem so important to us aren't quite the same with those loved ones gone.Christmas past seems so far away. As we talked about the simple act of making a cup of tea it brought to my heart a happy memory of a Dad I had loved and adored and there he was sipping the tea with Dee and me still there tucked away in my little Christmas heart.