Every December, I reread Dickens' A Christmas Carol. It's by far my favourite part of the season and I start looking forward to it by mid-November.
And P.G. Wodehouse always makes any day or night better. For me, certain books and authors are like comfort food and Dickens and Wodehouse are way up on my list of comfort reads.
Pressies under the Tiffany tree! Beau loving his deluxe teapot. Heaven in an upstairs window.
Does Beau know me well or what? The 1920s book is a sticker book! Bizarre.
This house just seems made for the day, does it not?