First Full Day in Williamsburg

It was our first full day in Williamsburg.

We did some early shopping at the Visitor Center.  I found several things I hope Santa will go back and purchase.  Hint, Hint, Hint.

(Keep in mind that Dearly Beloved does look somewhat like Santa. However, he is referred to as Skippy, Santa's evil twin brother, in our household. Remember the man is not into "special occasions" like birthdays, holidays, etc, and you will understand why.)

We also went to DeWitt Wallace for a quick, very quick, dash by some of our favorite sections. There are some truly drool-worthy sweet bags in the current costume exhibit in the Textile Gallery. Dearly Beloved got to look at the firearms. I had a chance to visit the dollhouses on display.

And then back to the hotel for my early bird class with Jackie du Plessis.  As usual, it's one of her very ingeniously constructed smalls.  Here are some of the building blocks:

Aren't the colors absolutely yummy? Not that I'm partial to rose and green, of course.

We didn't get much stitching done in a three-hour class but we did take a lot of notes.  This will definitely show up on the blog in the new year. Best thing is that I got to catch up with an online friend who is also attending. We'll also have a class together tomorrow afternoon.

Then the boutique opened and there was stash acquisition. I found some of Eileen Bennett's charts that I've been thinking about for awhile, plus a couple of other things that have been on my list.

I replenished the store of little projects to do in between the monsters I usually want to stitch.

And I found a few buttons and baubles and bangles and beads that didn't photograph well at all.

Tonight is the banquet where Merry Cox will be honored and we've been promised a special treat. Tomorrow I start the two classes I'm taking, morning with Merry and afternoon with Jackie again.

This is one of my favorite times of the year. I'm in a place that I love, with a person I love, doing something I love, and it's the Christmas season. What's not to love?