Merry Christmas, blogglings! It’s that happy time of year, where we stuff ourselves with salted cashews and pretzels, wear dorky hats, and sing songs about snow and ice. (Which is ridiculous if you live in Australia. There is no snow and ice in December. There is air-cons and sweat and ice cream.)
It is also the time of year where our mother insists on standing us before our ever-shortening Christmas tree so she can take a picture.
But, I have to admit, this year there were two good reasons for this vexing tradition.
1) I have decorated the tree with Paper Sisters things. Therefore our tree is the best in the world.
2) I am bald.
Okay! I’m not bald. But when you’ve had hair past your waist for years, anything shorter then elbow length feels bald.
As a bonus, I’ve also crossed another one off my 20 Things To Do Before I’m 20. Go me.
|Me with the short hair. Mime with the long hair.|
This is how long it used to be:
But onto the tree!
This is the perks of running a business where you sell paper things. You get to model them.
(Yes, I made all the above things. You don’t think I spend all day annoying Mime, do you?)
And then Mime attempted to take my life by strangulation.
And, as always, our adorable Mr. X and E.B. stole all the attention from my baldness and near-death-experience, by their superb cuteness.
They are shaking bells. This is an attempt to make them stand still. I prefer the method of bribe-by-chocolate-chip (because then I get some too). No one gave Mime and I bells to shake. It was really quite sad.
Thus, Christmas time rolls around again. I have put BOOKSHELF on my wish-list instead of any books. This, I believe, is a wise decision on my part.
Cait loves short hair. It curls a little, which she is very happy about. She expected her niece and nephew to be surprised at her sudden change of hair style, but they are not. They continue to throw blocks at her head and then laugh. She occasionally throws them back (don’t tell their mother). Cait is now reading Chasing the Valley and saving her parents lots of money on shampoo.