After breakfast (none for me, I needed to get on), I drove off to Lerwick to finish all my Christmas shopping.
It was a dreich day but no wind, for a change. It’s the little things.
I had a list and a limited amount of time to do everything in as daylight is very precious these days – we get 5 1/2 hours to be precise and I like to home before dark so I can get do the ponies in daylight.
And eight days before Christmas, the Street was empty. Most strange and very sad. I was shocked. Maybe it is busier at weekends, I told myself.
I wished the Christmas light were switched on. It would’ve cheered up a grey day and there was not a carol to be heard either. If I wasn’t feeling particularly Christmassy before, then I certainly wasn’t going to find it here.
Still, the shop windows were very good and innovative.
These felted mince pies were very clever. I smiled when I saw them.
So that’s me on the shopping front. No more. If we don’t have it, we don’t need it – that’s my theory. I’m done.
Gosh, what a shock to see the streets so empty – was it the rain do you think, or perhaps folk will be out towards the end of this week getting set before the weekend?
Apparently it was busier yesterday but tbh the bar is set pretty low,
I think a far number of us are feeling the same way. Christmas Cheer is far away. Luck would have it, I have a sister who kicked me into gear to finish cross stitching 2 stockings (#70, 71 over 35+ yrs). The last one was a mash up of 6 different patterns, which Sister has a good artist’s eye for balance. Now we only have cookies to make.
The day might be gray, but the lovely shops, including the windows, are a real statement to the season.