Today I inherited a darling, free cottage, courtesy of my favorite grocery, Publix. The house was the only one left and in need of a little, loving repair. I so identified with that house. Broken or not, I wanted it.
When I got to the check out counter, the assistant manager asked me if I wanted another one. I told her it was the lone survivor.
'You're in here every day," she said. "I'm giving you this damaged thing."
What a sweet Christmas gift! I came home and started dreaming about centerpieces.
The little cottage perfumes the air with the scent of ginger.
A sort of step-by-step:
I began to play.
Recipe for an instant centerpiece:
1 broken (or unbroken) gingerbread house