Forgive the dark picture, but I couldn't resist. On Sunday my sisters and I trooped over to my parent's house to work a little holiday magic. Our enthusiasm knew no bounds (sorry Mumsy) and we sprinkled holly and pheasant feathers over everything in sight. My poor parents will be redecorating for days. As is usual when all four of us are in the same house, there was Poirot and pots of tea and a tiny nephew running around trying to divest himself of his socks, diaper, and all other unnecessary bits of baby attire.
Doesn't it look pretty, though? Can't wait for Graves Family Christmas!