Here are some more ornaments, this time for Richelle Hawks, bead sweeper at Shipwreck Dandy. She saw the prior batch and told me that she would make me an ornament for next year, so this is especially for her--and for you, if you like such things. She is the queen of "handmade rustic assemblage jewelry."
Our Norway spruce will probably stay up until my husband is back from Kyrgyzstan, as I have (alas) a tree allergy that makes spruce-wrestling problematic. Shall be needles-on-floor galore by then! Some people say it is unlucky to leave the tree up past Epiphany eve, but I say it is unlucky to turn as red as a summer tomato...
And here's a bit of poetry for separated loves and twelfth night, that merrymaking time at the end of the Christmas season:
A merry Twelfth Night to you!