Not to be rushing Thanksgiving out the door. .but much of my decoration is Halloweenish. So the last couple of weeks have found me slowly unpacking my beloved snowmen and bright Christmas decorations. .to transform my house from
THIS. . .
I also am a little partial to bling and bright red berries. So I incorporate a lot of Hobby Lobby picks and greenery into the mix. The results always make me smile.
Last year I found these two antique stockings in an antique store in my hometown while shopping for my sister in law over Thanksgiving break. I really LOVE the snow-guy with the worn fuzz!
And while most of my things are snowmen (which I can leave out until February/March), I do have a very small whimsical Santa collection. They are housed in my bathroom this year. No room goes untouched around here!! Yesterday I finished my big Christmas tree. But not without a little drama!!
It is 12 years old. I have said for the last few years that I am gonna get a new one. The branches are falling apart. .some branches are no longer marked. .it has a "lean" to it. .stringing the lights make me lose character. I looked at new trees Thursday while Christmas shopping with my girlfriends. Nah. .I can make it another year. The sucker fell over yesterday while I was getting the lights on! We put it up Sunday night. I broke it, but thought we could wing it (Jeremy was at a Bible study, so I didn't have his opinion). I TOLD him it was broke when he got home. "Looked alright to him." Hmmpf! Decided yesterday morning that it stood up all night, so we're probably good to go. Started stringing lights after Cam was tucked in bed for her nap. BAM!! Over she went. I stood it back up, reset the pole, and pleaded with it to stay. .I DIDN'T have time for this!! No luck. Went back to my bedroom. Opened a top door in my closet. Yup--there it was--an old base for a real tree. Great!! I single handedly moved my put together tree from one base to the other--screwed the metal things into the pole. Great--that will work. Moved the sucker back against the wall. CRASH!! Out the back door I flew on my broom. .headed for the shop. Nearly taking the door off the hinges, I flew right on into the shop. .only to be greeted by one of my husband's 90 year old little customers. Enter sweet smile and dripping voice, witch hat transforming into a halo. Grateful for the opportunity to simmer down before I finally got to talk to Jeremy about my tree. Thankfully, in his true gentleman fashion. .he was able to save the damsel in distress by welding her tree base back together!!
There's NO place like home!! Have a blessed week!