Early White Christmas At Laurie Anna's

Oh my, you girls would have been in white heaven this morning at Laurie Anna's Vintage Farmhouse Christmas. Absolute heaven.

Some of us are close enough to have visited this spectacular event. Someone said that when they opened, there was a long line waiting. I got there six minutes after that door opened, and it was quite a spectacle.

You could not have stirred them with a stick in that place.

It said at the door: "No strollers allowed due to the delicate nature of the merchandise."

Unfortunately it did not list husbands. Can I give you a bit of advice? If it says it's too delicate for strollers, you'd best not take a man then.

Good Lord, I can't tell you how many times I nearly had a stroke from him bumping into things and sending them toppling.

I'm sure Laurie Anna and her crew did not envision this when making that sign.

Shoot, I didn't think we'd get out of that place without something getting broken.

That is Tina of Cherry Hill Cottage fame. Helping her friends with the event.

There was a bull in the china cabinet for sure. And the only other man I saw in there looked uncomfortable too. I doubt he'd ever seen so many women in one place in his whole life.

Every time the men reached over to get something, I think every woman in that vicinity held her breath as I did. Some reached out to steady the items.

I'm sure there were collective gasps amongst the crowd. Oh my, pretties being threatened!

Thankfully we got out without incident.

Took me back long ago to when I would take my two daughters into stores, and my familiar refrain was: "Now don't you touch anything!"

Below was the wreath-making area.

Custom-designed wreathes.

If you're drooling, grab a hankie.

Pretties, pretties everywhere.

Your eye could hardly light anywhere for long. Without the next beautiful creation appearing to distract you.

I wasn't so distracted I couldn't buy things, I want you to know.

I reckon I'd better hush about all that bull-in-a-china-cabinet business though. Because he didn't say a word when he took out his wallet to pay for all you see here.

I'm linking up to The Tablescaper's Seasonal Sundays.