about December 1st
I have no idea why I signed up for this. I’m so out of practice.
I can’t imagine there is anyone reading this who doesn’t know me, but hello, I’m Elizabeth. I live in Alexandria, Virginia, in a house I have been renting for 15 years and will finally buy early next year because that is how reticent I am to be a grown-up. I work in Washington at a law firm with the coolest nickname in all of Big Law. I knit a lot.
I’m really boring. It’s okay, though.
I love December. I love winter, cold weather, snow, the holidays. I love cards (especially ones that have handwriting on them somewhere) and Christmas music and candy canes (and now, this year, Candy Cane Tootsie Pops, which are brilliant.) My birthday is the 19th and it is the best birthday.
Unsurprisingly, I have many December traditions. Tonight, December 1, is when the tree goes up. After I post this, there will be George Winston’s December, the Netflix fireplace video (shut up), some wine, hopefully not a lot of swearing as the tree itself is assembled, and then crazy nostalgia as each ornament goes on. And then there will be lights on a timer, something I only thought to do like three years ago and I don’t know why it took me so long but the timer is amazing, because then the lights are on when I come downstairs in the morning and they’re on when I get home at night and it’s just very lovely, is all.
And so I shall get to it! More anon.