My own “scribble”

As Chantel would call an entry here.   A “scribble”.  I don’t know what to say in my scribble, though…I’m not nearly so good at capturing moods and emotions like Chantel.  And I don’t have a beautiful quote to put here.  Nor do I have much to say about life in general.

I suppose one exciting thing is that we’ll be doing an autumn swap…at some point.  All of us ladies are sort of waiting with bated breath for Grace to announce what it will be.  So I guess it’s a little early to write of the swap, but I have written it already, so there.

After many weeks of very quiet and lonely halls, the Manor is finally begining to perk up a bit.  Thanks  to the enthusiasm of our newest member, Lady Amy!  Many of us know her already, but we’re all looking forward to getting to know her better in the months to come.

Our Autumn Dance is progressing quite nicely!  We’re all still in the midst of picking out dresses, but we’ve decided to host the ball in the ballroom.  We’ll open the French doors that lead to the patio and hopefully, with some decorations and magic, turn the entire place into a festive autumn jimbo!  Whatever a jimbo is…I was tired of trying to think of the right word.  Anywho, more to come on the ball and its proceedings.

We’ve stocked up on tea–specifically, Earl Grey.  With the cold months to come, we’ll be sure to have the kettle constantly whistling on the stove.

So there is a short summary of our day-to-day goings on at Gibson Manor.