That’s it then. That time has arrived. The one that suddenly materialises a few days after new year. Realisation smacks you in the face. Christmas is over.

I am doing the ‘bit I hate’ today. Taking down the Christmas tree. The reasons? After all, shouldn’t I be glad to get the house back to normal?

a) It takes time.
b) I have to untangle the lights.
c) It’s admitting defeat. Christmas *is* over.
d) The tree and decorations are brilliant for covering up areas where I can’t be bothered to dust.

So there we are. I am currently sitting on the living room floor surrounded by boxes. But one last quick photo of how things looked before everything went back to the mundane normal.

Also, photo of the awesome Alice themed gifts my husband got me for Christmas.

*pats your hand* It’s okay. We get to do it all again at the end of the year ;)

It’s nearly Christmas, and in my household that means early mornings. When I say early I mean getting up a 2.30am. It’s the same every year. With the run up to Christmas my husband has to start work before sunrise and before anyone in their right mind is out of bed. This means I get up too, because I like to make sure he has a nice breakfast and a cup of coffee before he leaves. Plus I do him food for break time.

All the years before it’s never effected me. Yet for some reason, this year, it’s really thrown me through a loop. I mean, my sleep time at the moment is terrible. He goes to work and I am still wide away. I remain this way until the sun rises, which then sets me up for a slow and groggy day.

It’s not his fault, bless him. But I will be glad when Monday comes and he breaks up for Christmas. Not just because then I get to spend all my time with him, but because then we can say goodbye to 2.30 rising. Until next year.

The Littlest Plague Doctor is now available on a variety of things including mugs, tee shirts, keyrings, buttons, notebooks etc. I want a pillow. I mean, who doesn’t want to snuggle with the worlds cutest Plague Doctor?

I still have to finish the picture his in with the balloons. It’ll probably have to wait for another day, however, because oww, my head. Major headache brewing.

I received my first Moleskine from my brother-in-law as a Christmas present last year. I started it on the first of January, and did think (because of the speed I was filling the pages) I would need a new one at the end of February. This was not the case.

With fourteen days to go (excluding today), I still have over ten pages to fill. I probably won’t complete them before the year has finished, but that doesn’t matter. I will probably get a new Moleskine at the beginning of the year, so that one will be waiting for me when I finish this one. I also want to get Wreck This Journal, to keep me busy in the following year.

My Molkeskine has provided me with much creative fun. Not only have I filled it with doodles and photos, but it has also become somewhere I can stick stuff I want to keep that I otherwise wouldn’t know what to do with. You know, things like ticket stubs for days out you don’t want to forget. Cuttings out of magazines that contain awesome stuff etc. It has therefore not just been a sketchbook for me, but also a scrapbook, a journal for my art as well as notes from everyday life.

The following pictures show my Molskine bulking up (though not to the point where it’s impossible to close… yet). A letter to my father. Three pieces of Resident Evil fanart, and a diagram of my husband using his Mii character as representation of what he looks like.