The Saturday after Thanksgiving we headed out to the Howell Living History Farm to check out their sleigh bell sale. The old red barn was adorned with wreaths…
… and lengths of sleigh bells were available in a variety of sizes…
… or even in individual servings.
We bought a strip of eight, and hung them on the back of the front door. They jingle so cheerily whenever the door is opened — although oddly cheerily-ier when I open the door coming home from work, funny that — and they immediately lent themselves to a grand new tradition of ringing them whenever a new present is added to the pile in the living room. The only problem with them is that the front hall has such poor lighting we were having a dickens of a time photographing them.
So I took the bells outside for a photoshoot. They delivered, with lots of fierceness. Jay Manuel would have been very happy with them.
I so pleased that these will be there to be brought out the day after Thanksgiving for years and years.
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