Christina Heaston

Our friend, Winston.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on December 28, 2010

It snowed. So we built a snow man, the best we knew how. His name is Winston. Merry Christmas.

As much as I’d like to take credit for all the style and charm that is our friend, Winston- I cannot.  I spent most of his formative minutes sipping hot chocolate and snapping these photos.

He tried on some sunglasses but Winston is far too classy for hipster shades.

Just like any southern snowman, he had many freckles and limited amount of snow on the areas surrounding him.

I really really really like him.

Iva, SC.

Snow.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on December 27, 2010

Me and sweet Ava Grace the day after Christmas.

Iva, SC

A Cold Christmas.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on December 27, 2010

I didn’t have my winter coat on Christmas Day. It’s at the dry cleaners because you know one of those things that never happen in real life but somehow still happen to me, happened again. Last week a server at Seasons By The Sea (yes, I am intentionally calling them out) spilled butternut squash soup in all its yellowness all over my back, coat, and yes, in my hair. Free meal? Discount? Nothing. I don’t want to talk about it. Besides the fact that I smelt like a nursing home meal (which up until this point, I had never imagined what that might smell like), I thought I’d cleaned off my coat pretty well on my own. Until the next day Bobby started picking things off my back saying “How do you even have this much pollen on your jacket?”

But this isn’t about butternut squash soup or lousy servers or my attitude that keeps no records of wrong (wink). This is about Christmas, a wonderful one at that. How are we so lucky that it snowed on Christmas day… in South Carolina?  My first White Christmas.

I hope you all got what you wanted. And I hope what you wanted was to be with the people you love.

Greer, South Carolina.

Christmas Eve.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on December 24, 2010

I wrapped my gifts in words from Nathaniel Hawthorne. Relax. This book was old and worn. I bought it at a thrift store. It was 50 cents. Did you even like The Scarlet Letter? You’re right, I’m an idiot. Should’ve gone with The Old Man and the Sea. KIDDING. But seriously… so boring. Right? My apologies. (Looks cool though, yeah?)

Spent today baking with my mother and sisters. Had a special viewing of Christmas Vacation in the Heaston livingroom this evening. Then, of course, spent the rest of the night quoting Clark… because its okay to say inappropriate things on Christmas Eve if it is, after all, only quoting. I’m excited to see the rest of my family tomorrow and spend the weekend in Iva (don’t ask) with them. I’ve got my fingers crossed for just a little bit of snow in the upstate.

I hope you all have a very Merry Christmas!

Oh, John.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on December 14, 2010

In this world you will have trouble. But take heart! I have overcome the world.
John 16:33

life.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on December 14, 2010

This space has been lacking lately and for that I apologize. I’m hoping that in the new year, I will be able to catch up on all the friendships, feelings, trips, weddings, plans, stories, laughs, and days that I have been experiencing. Until then… the iphone glimpse is all I can give.

Columbia, SC
Greer, SC
Charlotte, NC

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The day I answered the door.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on December 14, 2010

“Oh, I’m so sorry. I didn’t mean to wake you up. Were you napping”?

2011, Im going to start brushing my hair.

Autocorrect.

Posted in Uncategorized by christinaheaston on December 8, 2010