My Thanksgiving table, a few hours after the feast. I like when the candles burn low.
I recognize that I'm tardy to the bloggers' Thanksgiving, to which some have faithfully contributed for weeks. It's not that I haven't been thankful, but moreso that I haven't been diligent. And, although the turkey has been roasted, the dishes washed and the pie raved over, as long as there are leftovers in the fridge, I figure it's not too late to join those who have verbalized their thankfulness. This year, I'm thankful...
...for a family who accepts that my calling is not to the kitchen, but rather the dining room display.
...for a boyfriend who sweetly sent flowers to my mother who was hosting our twelve-person dinner.
...for a mother who cooks the stuffing outside the turkey, honoring my squeamish vegetarian ways.
...for two days reprieve from work + school. Tomorrow I dig into a paper on baroque furnishings in film. (Secretly excited!)
...for a few extra dollars to spend on frivolous Black Friday purchases, like this sweater in grey.
...for my size 10 jeans. Hello, old friends, and thank you for accommodating this weekend's carboloading ways.
Truly, I'm thankful for pretty darn-well near everything in my life. Family, dear friends, romance, transportation, inspiration...everything. It may be far from perfect, and a little rough around the edges, but I know I'm a lucky girl. Here's hoping that the remainder of your Thanksgiving weekend is simply sensational. :)
P.S. Pass the stuffing. Again.