sugar-plums and snow

I’m dreaming of a pink Christmas

As I snuggle down in bed with Ruby on this Christmas Eve, dreaming of sugar-plums and snow, I can’t help but feel like my armoire represents my little Cottage Christmas. With un petit nativity from an antique shop in France to the array of perfume-filled bottles lined up in trays, my Mimi’s rose garden painting passed down to me watches over my collection of this-and-that. Hemingway and happiness are the last blessings I see as I close my eyes for Christmas. Joyeux noël, à toutes et à tous une bonne unit!