Lily was not quite awake at first, but it was so cute to watch her with all the new surprises. She finally retreated under the dining table to play with her Strawberry Shortcake toys.
Here is the reveal of my last-minute quilting project: a Christmas wreath for Dave and Emily.
It is the same size as the Thanksgiving turkey quilt. Eventually they will have something for each season to hang in that spot. The fabrics for the wreath range from homespun to hand-dyes. I even put in a little bit of Vicki Walsh's sun-printed fabric with pine needles, and some Wear Warm Mittens commercial print fabric.
I quilted with a dark green cotton thread appropriately called "Pine" for the wreath, and a Linen color thread for the background areas. I did some freehand pine branches that extended into the background.
That afternoon the kids went to visit their mother's family. We made a fire outside and burned all the wrappings, boxes, and lots of oak leaves in Bryson's back yard.
The younger adults stayed up until past midnight, because there was a chance of snow in the forecast. They finally gave up and went to bed. And, sometime during the night, the snow began to fall.
In fact, the entire east coast had a day after Christmas snowfall that was one for the books. For the first time in our married life, we did not make it to the Western part of the state to visit Charlie's relatives. They were all snowed in, and we decided to just go home. But it was hard to say goodbye!
It was like driving through a Christmas card! We traveled along I-95, the "snowbird route" between New York and Florida, instead of our usual route through smaller towns on Highway 15. I have never seen I-95 looking so beautiful.
There were so many gorgeous landscapes. I shot pictures all the way. Here is a little church.
I loved seeing the farms and barns in the snow.
But mainly, the white pines stole the show, blanketed in heavy drifts of fluffy snow.
We stopped in Smithfield, NC for a bite to eat, and were lucky enough to get inside a Golden Corral just before they closed the doors for the day. The roads were getting bad, and there was a multi-vehicle wreck in the Southbound lanes of I-95 just before our exit.
Trees were starting to get bent over and break from the weight of the ice and snow.
But truly, the roads were in good shape. The first road we encountered that was not plowed was Rogers Road, on the way to our own neighborhood. But it sure was pretty!
And our own house was looking beautiful in the pristine snow. We had seven or eight inches.