My day job has been creeping into my evenings and weekends as I traipse across our fair country and back (and forth and back) again. This type of thing tends to limit the extra time I want to spend in front of a computer. It also tends to put a bit of a damper on my energy levels...hence the somewhat spotty blog posting of late. But, our household enthusiasm for Christmas is starting to give me a jolt, and between trips, I've been busily preparing for the jolliest of times.
Jeff and I are both pretty nuts for the holidays. Jeff's holiday muse is Clark Griswold. He's about half-way through putting them up. The weather has been pretty wicked here, so lights are not as far along this year as usual. And me, well, I take the indoors to a whole new level of granny chic-bohemian-crazy gypsy-kitschiness.
The towels are exchanged for Christmas towels, the photos are exchanged for holiday themed 'art', garlands are hung in each doorway and decorations are stuffed in every nook and cranny.
I love my reindeer. They're the first ones up and the last ones down every year.
This year I decorated our upstairs tree with the ornaments I've been creating for my Etsy shop. It's a fun little tree.
Downstairs, our tree is stuffed with ornament that have taken many years to collect. Like the rest of the decor in the house, the only 'theme' is, OH! PRETTY!.
Finnegan and Bastet tend to roll with these changes. Bastet likes to curl up under the Christmas tree and pretend she's out doors. Finnegan just tends to ignore it, unless he is being decorated as well. Poor little wiener.
Ummm, yeah, so could you just stick to the trees? Thanks.
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