First, a dumb photo of my bf who learned the hard way that putting candy canes into boiling hot chocolate amounts to very sticky nasal adornments:
Then me with major bed head during our first Christmas together:
Ms. Loon's first Christmas in her new apartment:
Fatty's first Christmas at his new apartment:
He loves it!
Martyn always does such a beautiful job wrapping presents, which makes me feel all the worse when I don't wrap stuff at all and unceremoniously hand crap to people.
Fatty sitting amongst the rubble:
Meanwhile Ms. Loon goes back to scowling from her perch as usual:
The aftermath (complete with Beatles Mono Box, which was more or less Martyn's Red Ryder BB Gun this year):
My Red Ryder came in the mail later; an official Jim Henson Muppet Whatnot from F.A.O. Schwartz that I designed after myself. Here she is pictured on the goblin couch complete with one of my Trader Joe's name tags and some pink doll hair which I dyed using my own hair dye and pinned into her hair:
Speaking of Trader Joe's, for part of the Christmas decorating campaign we gathered old Christmas photos of the crew which Heather then printed blown up to look like giant Polaroids and then hung from the ceiling. Here are the pictures my parents dug out of an old album and emailed to me for the project:
That one is probably my favorite, as it is from probably my favorite Christmas I can remember. Santa tracked his sooty boots all over our floor but he left me a stuffed Elliot from Pete's Dragon and a real house of my own. In that photo I was making my parents' good friend Terry Dietz breakfast. I just love how his head looks almost like it was Photoshopped in there for some reason.
Ugh. My grandma(Mimi) made me this getup. As you can guess by the photo, I was not a fan.
Me, Erin, Darby, Alpine. I guess I'm Santa or something...and why am I wearing a fanny pack?
Still with the fanny pack, and a stylish belt.
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