Christmas Day in Sandpiper

At this point, all the followers of this blog are probably reading, "Blah... blah... blah.. Christmas... blah... blah... blah... Pat and Michael... blah... blah... blah... birthdays...". Well I promise for this post to NOT talk about birthdays.

Michael Williams is our close neighbor, friend, and one half of the fabulous Michael and Patrick duo that we keep going on about. Among all of his other talents is his fabulous painting abilities. He's secured a stock of weathered barn boards, on which he paints beautiful Canadiana themed motifs.  On the one that I got Rachelle for Christmas, he has distilled the Hudson's Bay blanket down to it's essence.

When Michael was showing his work to Rachelle, this one came up and she gasped so deeply and sucked so much air from the room that my ears popped from the pressure drop. I knew, then, what I would be getting for her for Christmas. OK, it's a bit of a selfish gift, because I get to enjoy it as much as she will.


We hung it on our loft wall above the main entrance and, as you can see, it looks magnificent.

And what Christmas blog entry would be complete without a photo of a cute kid. This is Colm from next door. He came by all dressed up in his Christmas presents. He got a bunch of tools and this great carpenter's apron. The tools are still back at his house and the apron is filled with candy.