Saturday, December 5, 2015
What We are Left With
A rare Saturday evening post (pun intended). Steve took this photo for our cards this year and we must've been 4 hours working on it in various editing programs. Curse words were uttered. Tempers flared. Bribes were offered. And, as Steve finally said, "Nobody will even care!!!" "But, we are artistes!" I cried. He is out walking the dogs now. Peace in the land.
This wreath on our door sums things up nicely for me: 'tis the season and we're filled with exasperation over the state of our nation. Joy turns to "OY" and there you have it.
Zie ga zink, y'all.
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I love this. We sent out holiday cards last year that said "Oy to the world." This wreath is beautiful. I want one.
ReplyDeleteI stopped doing cards last year. :)
ReplyDeleteLove this! Love the blog!
ReplyDeleteThank you! Come back for more!
DeleteToo bad there isn't enough room for "VEY" But OY works just fine.
ReplyDeleteYeah, well, we could only do so much.
DeleteI was looking for the VAY as well.
ReplyDeleteYou aint the only one, Cro.
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