What do you do if your carefully-laid plans for New Year’s Eve fall through*? You gladly accept the invitation to a last-minute dinner with friends, and you make some last-minute treats to bring along.
*My plan was to spend the evening breastfeeding at the beck and call of my newborn. She stood me up, and in fact has yet to arrive.
The following pictures demonstrate the Monet effect, as the little gingerbread houses are perfectly charming en masse, from a distance, but a bit scraggly up close.
As the frequent reader may have already noticed, I love that shirt! We’re down to a three-shirt rotation at this point; good thing all of them go very well with the yoga pants that are my constant companions. And now for the close-up:
That gingerbread house is tore up. It looks like it is both screaming and crying, probably because its roof is eroding and its brain is leaking down its face.
With that sort of scary detail, you can surely appreciate why this morning’s full-body picture is taken from a discreet distance.