the thirteenth day

On the thirteenth day of Christmas, you all get to see some of the handmade lovelies that appeared under the palm tree on the 25th of December in Honduras.

This scrumptiously soft wool and fleece scarf traveled all the way from Pei in Australia. What isn't there to love? The tiny details, the colors, the coziness - ever since we returned to below freezing temps here in the mountains, this scarf has been my constant companion.

Then, of course, there were the oh-so-stupendously-amazing dresses by Jenny. What can I say? Jenny is a such a superstar. And thank you, Patrick, for taking my hints so seriously! ;)

Side note: I'm having such a difficult time taking pictures nowadays. We live at high elevation so the sun's glare, at all hours, is intense. What's more, EVERYTHING is brown and gray. My house is surrounded by granite rocks and leafless trees. The house itself has tiny windows and little light and is painted yellow, purple and orange on the inside. Plus it's just generally ugly and certainly not photogenic. So even though I got one of these from my uber-thoughtful parents, I can't bounce the flash off of a white wall or ceiling because we don't have any. (Did I mention that most of my ceiling is particle board? It's bee-u-tee-ous.) Any suggestions? I'm feeling frustrated. Check out Jenny's photos of my Ellybeth dress in better light.

Ahem. My apologies - long side note.

So anyway - back to the uplifting content. The handmade holidays went well for our family members, too. Here's a little peek at what loved ones received from us:

For Mom and Dad - a cutting board
For my sister-in-law - cotton market tote
For my niece - velvet elephant
For my brother-in-law, an actor - moustache and beard
For the grandparents - felt soap

There's more, but I'm being coerced into an evening yoga session. Perhaps this post will come in two parts!

xo,
Meg