The next three days I will be in culinary heaven.
Right now, I have a pot of pea soup on, blind baking a crust for quiche Lorraine, and about to start on the baked stuffed clams.
Have a very happy Christmas Eve! ♥️
🥰🎄✝️🎅🏻
The next three days I will be in culinary heaven.
Right now, I have a pot of pea soup on, blind baking a crust for quiche Lorraine, and about to start on the baked stuffed clams.
Have a very happy Christmas Eve! ♥️
🥰🎄✝️🎅🏻
We picked up Klaus’ ashes on Tuesday. Marty and I were still shell shocked and happy he was home again.
Neither of us had it in us to open the bag containing Klaus’ memorial package. The bag sat on the window seat until today.
I decided to take things out of the bag and put him where he belonged, next to Otto.
I chose to do it today while Marty was at the farmers market, he and Klaus were very close from the day Marty brought him home in the cup holder of his car.
I moved the shelves around in the living room making a proper space for my boys. I can’t lie I cried my head off while I did it.
Nelly was sitting at my feet and at the bottom of the chair I was standing on. As I took Klaus and his bag of hair out of the bag ahead of me, she got up on her hind legs.
When I was done I sat on the floor with her still crying. Then, the most beautiful thing that ever happened to me happened.
Nelly began to smell my right hand, the one I used to touch Klaus’s hair. She put her paw on my hand and began to rub her forehead on my hand.
She did this for a few minutes. It was so touching to watch and I realized that love really does know no bounds.
Klaus was her big brother who taught her the ropes and they showed each other unconditional love, the way Otto did to Klaus when he was a puppy.
I have a million things to do but I played with Nelly until she was tuckered out, just like Klaus would have done.
She crawled on my lap and eventually settled down with her chin on my hand. I knew she missed her big brother and she now knew he was still here with us.
Are you crying yet? This is my last and final sad post about my boys. Thanks for your love and support. ♥️ ~julz
***No real editing I’ve gotta get back to cleaning and holiday prep and baking.
Well I did have to edit two photos after all. 🤦🏻♀️
I just wanted to tell you guys how much your kind words of comfort and support meant to me.
Instead of mourning our Klausie-boy we decided to remember him as a funny goofball, protector, and love bug.
As I vacuumed up his hair and cleaned up slobber, I realized I was at peace.
The house is very quiet now and we miss him but life goes on and so will our memories of our boys.
Enjoy each day, you never know how things can change in the blink of an eye. ♥️
I’m truly not sure what’s sadder to me today Nelly, Klaus’ new Christmas stocking I got with Nelly’s or the quietness of the house.
All three I guess.
We are completely heartbroken. 💔
We had to take our Klausie-boy to the vet yesterday. Without getting into his diagnosis, he is on hospice care with us.
We may have one day, week, month, or longer. He is still in good spirits and wags his little nub whenever we say his name.
Marty and I are making sure he is living his best life. He will tell when he’s ready to go, just like Otto did the same time last year.
We are sad and so are the boys. Both will be here over the weekend and will be able to spend time with him.
As his stewart’s, we decided to not put him through any advanced medical care to prolong his live.
He is not in pain and the moment he is, we will help him.
We owe it to him the same way we did for my sweet Otto.
Knowing now how it feels when you lose a beloved pet, we are preparing for the inevitable.
What breaks my heart is poor little Nelly who loves Klaus and looks up to him. Nelly and Klaus have been inseparable.
If you can please think good thoughts that Klaus has a smooth passing we would appreciate it.
Thank you during this difficult time.
I loved autumn this year. I have embraced the dark and have the holiday spirit. This hasn’t happened since our boys were younger.
The change that occurred in me after being diagnosed with lung disease has been life-changing in the best kind of way.
I began getting excited for Christmas at the beginning of October. With Nelly still a curious and playful puppy, I knew I needed to simplify things.
I made “nature ornaments for the two small trees in the two front windows of our living room, which I took out of the neighbor’s trash.
The tree ornaments are white and brown: snowballs, icicles, pine cones, and tiny acorns. The trees are pretty much identical, like twins.
The trees came out exactly how I imagined. If I stick with the woodland tree theme next year, I will have to forage for regular-size acorns instead of the teeny ones I used this year.
I would not be using my collection of vintage glass Christmas balls from the 1940s that belonged to my Mema. They are too precious to me if one gets broken from the chaos.
I’ve always wanted a Christmas tree in my bedroom, and this was the perfect year to dig out that 3 ft tree we had in the basement.
I purchased inexpensive plastic Christmas balls and wired ribbons to decorate my small French tree.
This tree is very romantic and fits in perfectly with our Parisian bedroom. I love this tree and how beautiful it came out.
Next, I got out another tree from the basement, a tiny tree I used in the dining room with those vintage ornaments. I decided to put the little tree in the kitchen.
I’ve always loved when kitchens are decorated, but I’ve only seen them done in magazines and home/decor shows. I finally got to do mine on a very small scale.
I also found a use for a chalkboard I missed when we took it down when we renovated the kitchen two years ago. An idea sprung into my head, and voila, it’s now a menu board for the upcoming week.
I think it’s finally time to talk about the title of this piece, Decking the halls, which is named after the song Deck the Halls with Boughs of Holly.
The lyrics to this famous song were written in 1862 by a Scottish musician, Thomas Oliphant.
The word deck comes from the Dutch word dekken, which means to adorn with something ornamental. The word deck is also used when describing a well-dressed man; “He’s all decked out in his Sunday best.”
As a child, I knew the words to Deck the Halls; we all did, but I never thought about them. Until this year, I still never gave the lyrics a thought.
Decking the halls means to decorate one’s home, not just the halls at Christmas time., everywhere. Decking the halls was initially done for entertaining purposes.
This year, I “decked the halls” very minimalistic and understated. It suits this period of time in our empty nest home and decor.
I changed things up outside as well. The front porch is different than I have for years. It looks much better with the greenery and lights than the usual icicle lights that found their way to the back deck this year.
I decked the halls over three weeks and didn’t kill myself to finish it in one day. Now that I think of it, that was ridiculous. Why the hell did it have to be one day?
This is a different year and a different holiday season to go with the different me. It took me until this year to realize I didn’t have to run around and stress myself out over Christmas.
I also realized I didn’t always have to spend hours trying to find those perfect gifts for people.
This year, I bought gifts with my heart and am looking forward to wrapping them; this has never happened before. I hated to wrap Christmas gifts and left them until the last minute.
Sam is a perfectionist in gift wrapping and puts us all to shame. 😂
I wish you all a great week and wanted to remind you to slow down, enjoy the holidays for what they are, and be grateful for the people you spend them with. Cheers!
With some readers emails being returned and undeliverable, the best thing to do is to email me at julziestyle@gmail.com.
I tried to reply to a stuffing question this morning and it didn’t go through.
Thanks so much for your comments which mean the world to me. I want to be able to answer your inquiries too.
~j
I corrected my email I left out the .com! 🤦🏻♀️
Photo image from The Farmers Almanac.
If someone told me I would write a blog post like this one, I would have said, “Get the hell out of here!”
The clocks have been turned back, and it’s dark before 5 pm. Everyone is complaining about the dark on Facebook. I used to be one of those complainers.
This has been a life-changing year for me. I’ve become a person who is more aware of everything around me and appreciates it.
I look at things with new eyes and perspectives. Thinking I only had 3-5 years to live back in March threw me into a deep depression and gave me a nervous breakdown.
Thank goodness that was not my prognosis with my type of lung disease, but it made me pause, and with that pause, everything changed.
When I was little, I loved all four of the seasons. Of course, summer was my favorite since school was out, and I could stay out until the street lights came on.
Unfortunately, this summer was a holy hell for me health-wise, as I struggled to breathe during the hot, humid summer. I sweated constantly and had zero energy. Having rain every other day didn’t help.
I always looked forward to fall. It meant I could wear the back-to-school clothes without sweating my ass off. I loved jumping in piles of leaves and Halloween as much as I love it today.
We got married in October because it’s such a pretty time of the year. It’s not too hot or too cold for a wedding. The weather was perfect and produced colorful outdoor wedding photos.
After we moved to Vermont, I began to dread fall every year because I knew a cold, dark winter was right behind it. When we first moved to VT, we loved the winter because we liked skiing and snow tubing.
After our first winter, the sad truth was even though we lived near three ski mountains, we couldn’t afford to go skiing. We quickly discovered how high the cost of living in Vermont was with low wages.
We lived on rice, oatmeal, and pasta since we had no money, our heating bills were so high, and our place was still cold. Charming but fucking freezing.
Spring was always exciting because things were coming back to life, and summer was approaching. I rejoiced when I could get my bike out again, and my dad started mowing the lawn again.
Here in Vermont, all that changed when we learned about mud and blackfly season. Both were horrible, mainly where we lived up in the mountains. Snow was still on the ground in June.
That brings me to this year. The year that shocked the shit out of me. Perhaps one of the most challenging years for me, maybe the most important one.
I started to notice the things that brought us to Vermont in the first place. I found joy in things and realized VT was a beautiful, quiet place with a simpler lifestyle, which we appreciate.
As I adapted to my new “life” with another disease, I found having to slow down due to breathing issues was a welcome change. I used to go like the energizer bunny from when my feet hit the floor until bedtime.
Now, I don’t enjoy rushing around, period. That includes eating, drinking morning tea, shopping, and running errands.
Marty dug out his union suit the other night.
With my blog posts, I can see the changes occurring slowly. Marty has adapted to our new life as empty nesters and my limitations almost gratefully. We work hard, but we aren’t spring chickens anymore.
As the fall weather came this year, I appreciated the crisp, cool days; I could breathe, and the cool temps felt wonderful. I could smell the leaves and watch them turn color, die, and fall.
Was that a pun? I never thought of the word fall as something literal. 🤔
After I learned more about the Danish word hygge, which means warm and cozy, I wanted to be warm and cozy and realized I had been living the hygge way for years without knowing it.
For example, when the temperature dropped, I always looked forward to making warm, hearty, comfort food again and stocked up my freezer and pantry for the winter.
I started burning more candles to create a cozy, warm environment. We got our throw blankets and fuzzy slippers out.
In today’s society, when the clocks change, it’s almost like panic hits for people. There is something about the dark that makes people miserable. Of course, seasonal depression is a real thing, but this is about when we turn the clocks back.
People have busy lives and are always out and about with packed schedules. The dark suggests they soon will have to stay indoors and sulk. That was me, folks.
I researched the subject of darkness. I found the farmer’s point of view. Some religious groups consider anything dark as evil. I enjoyed reading about the Celtic perspective and Samhain. I read Wiccans and other subcultures take on the dark season.
I liked the Chinese way of looking at late autumn and winter as the Blue Black time. They say this time of the year is filled with blues, purples, and black. So true. I never thought about that before.
What I got from the research is that they all have a common theme, except for the extreme holy rollers; mind you, they are full of fear and negativity.
Nature dictates the seasons and knows what to do. People for thousands of years have taken nature’s cue. At the end of autumn, when everything dies and rests until spring, they did too.
During the time of rest, people ate hot and hearty meals. Their root cellars and pantries were stuffed with root vegetables and summer veggies that had been canned.
People were careful they would have enough food and not run out. They welcomed the rest and appreciated slowing down. Candles were lit, books were read, and hobbies were enjoyed.
People make New Year’s resolutions in our time, which is the opposite of what they did a hundred years ago. Maybe this is why people fail miserably every year, sometimes in the first week.
Back then, resolutions waited until spring with time to think about what you wanted to strive for, like planning what would go into garden beds or switching crops.
Today, people don’t know how or may not want to slow down and take winter for what it is. A time of rest. It is a time to appreciate this intimate time of the year and snuggle under blankets, read the book you haven’t had time for, try new recipes, or pick up a hobby.
I am now embracing the dark season. I have my cozy space where I write and draw. It’s where I enjoy my tea in the morning. I have soft lighting, along with a throw blanket and comfy pillows. Klaus loves this spot, too; I have to kick him out often.
My space is away from the television, which is always on and is too much for me. I love YouTube, but there is only so much I can take. In the UK, our back room would be called a snug. The word snug is so fitting for my space.
I am planning and looking forward to Thanksgiving and Christmas. My shopping is done, and my menus are planned. I love cooking during the holidays more than the rest of the year.
These trees are similar to the ones I will be using this Christmas.
Our Christmas tree situation is different with the sassy girl Nelly around. Instead of a big live tree, we are trying something new. Small trees I picked out of the garbage. Another person’s trash is another person’s treasure.
We need simple shatterproof ornaments for sure. I decided to make some of my own Christmas ornaments this year. This hasn’t happened since Noah was little.
I saw two simple ornaments at Pottery Barn that I loved but were ridiculously expensive. I thought, shit, I can make them myself. I hope it doesn’t turn out to be another Nailed It episode. 😂
Disagree with me all you want about embracing the dark and winter. Hell, I would have before this year 💯 percent.
My goal for this blog post was to try to change your perspective so you can enjoy this natural time of the year like our ancestors did. Maybe people could be less damaging by not hating and despising the next five months.
This post was a lengthy one, and I hope some of you can make a change and embrace it. Consider this song’s lyrics as a good thing, not bad.
“Hello darkness, my old friend, I’ve come to talk with you again.”
Last night, Halloween night, was full of trick-or-treaters, all polite. Almost all the kids said, trick or treat and all of them said thank you.
I talked to each child asking them who they were dressed as. I got a big hug from one little girl.
My decision to not be scary last night was a good one.
I took a walk over to our friends, Arthur & David’s house to film their fantastic Halloween decorations. David did an amazing job! Wow!
As I was walking, I noticed orbs on my phone while taking the video. The white orbs picked up the different color lights.
I stopped a couple of times to see if the lights were my phone or indeed orbs. Yup, orbs. Happy orbs.
Orbs are spirit’s energy, spirits that have crossed over to the other side, unlike to the ghosts I work with in the Middle World.
If you don’t believe the veil is thin around Halloween, there you have it, on video.
Oh, last thing, the luminary bags I made as a path to our house were worth the effort, everyone loved them, especially the kids. ☺️