I chose not to celebrate Christmas last month. Lots of reasons, but it was the right choice this year.
Imagine my surprise when I found, in a postal box on my front porch...
a new year's card
and a hilarious book
and a beautiful sweater (in maybe my favorite color of all time)
and an amazing amber necklace, reminiscent of a great meal at the Russian Tea Room.
These were not Christmas gifts. Obviously.
I know this because they were wrapped in bacon paper.
I have such better friends than I deserve.