We finally got around to decorating our tree on Saturday. The tree that's been up for probably about three weeks now. I think it turned out really pretty. I know, I know, you hate colored lights. You find them tacky. A) They came on the tree, which was about twenty bucks at the Junior League rummage sale last spring. B) Right, like I'm going to unlight and relight a prelit tree.
I'm actually not even really opposed to colored lights. I'm a random sentimental ornament type (as opposed to the color-coordinated decorative ornament type) so it's a tree of many colors to begin with. Don't get me wrong, I can appreciate a lovely color-coordinated tree in, say, a store or hotel lobby. But at home, I like to have the ornaments I've been given as gifts, collected, or made (there's a particularly fantastic glitter-covered jar lid, circa 1980). Plus, now Raj is morally obligated to paint me a new ornament every year for the rest of our lives.
When I got my Christmas box out, I discovered that I don't have much in the way of Christmas decor that doesn't go on the tree. There's my stocking and two snowmen, which looked a little bit sad all by themselves. But then the Christmas cards started rolling in, et voila! A Christmassy bookshelf!
Inspired by Jenn and her creative Christmas decorating, I decided to take extending the Christmas cheer into my own hands. These ornaments also came with my rummage sale tree. I was going to cut some holly from the tree behind my school to put in a vase in the middle, but then I forgot. Every single day for the past month or so.
Putting ornaments in bowls and moving some green candles from the living room...yep. That's as creative as it gets around here. Except I did MacGuyver a tree skirt out of a red pashmina over a beach towel (for the added bulk).
We're headed out of town tomorrow night for a whirlwind tour of the Southwest: three days in San Antonio, three days in Albuquerque. Family! Friends! QUESO!!!
May your holidays also be filled with all three! Or whatever your favorite things might be if, perchance, those aren't them.
(Really, not queso?)
Happy holidays, Internet!