We went for a walk around Beacon Hill this afternoon, just for some air and exercise. Here are a few photos of scenes we liked:
Lots of handsome wreaths on equally handsome old doors.
1970's ceramic trees — just like my mom used to make — in Twentieth Century's window.
There are plenty of amazing non-Garden Club wreaths out there....
It seems that this condo association couldn't
agree on the holiday decor, so someone slapped red bows
on a pair of mismatched wreaths and called it a compromise.
This bust of Franklin has been in this Chestnut Street window since I
moved to Boston 30 years ago. I love his necktie!
Acorn Street, decked out for the holidays.
I might have made these Garden Club wreaths, or not.
At this point, it's all a blur, although my fingers are still recovering.
This is Tom and Gisele's house. Nice wreaths, but there was a
pair of robins nibbling something in each of their urns.
Four fat robins in December! It must be a good omen.
This is one of a pair of wreaths I made for a friend.
They look great in her wrought iron and dark wooden doorway.
Before I take off for Christmas Eve dinner at Eastern Standard, I want to wish you all a very Merry Christmas, and report that I failed miserably at my attempts to wrap three of the four cats. (Wendy wouldn't even hear of the idea, of course.) Better luck next year!