Friday, December 21, 2007

Starting to Relax



School is over. Today I went for lunch with a group of teachers and discovered that one is married to my husband's second cousin! Small world.
Presents are wrapped, cookies baked. I'm starting to unwind and feel like taking a nap on the couch. I think I might - cleaning can wait until tomorrow.
This rooster was a present from my daughter and hangs beside the kitchen sink. I love the country french feel of it.
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3 comments:

  1. Anonymous5:49 PM

    How sweet your blog is! I found you through Tracey...just wanted to leave a note to say I enjoyed looking at your embroidered heart tutorial. I haven't done any embroidery in years; now you've inspired me!

    I appreciate your simplicity in celebrating Christmas this year. That is what I am doing, too, to put the focus back on Jesus.

    Merry Christmas!
    Shanna in Tennessee

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  2. Reginas Cottage10:57 AM

    Hi Lorrie,
    I love the rooster,it's beautiful.
    I wish you and your familiy a
    wonderful Christmas and a
    Happy New Year

    Best wishes from Germany
    Regina

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  3. Anonymous7:40 AM

    Merry Christmas.

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