Sunday, December 13, 2009

Christmas Tour


Now that you have endured 3 separate posts on 3 separate Christmas decoration ideas, I will reward you with one lengthy (just being realistic here) post detailing the sundry festive arrangements throughout my house. Lucky ducks.

For reasons untold, I have enjoyed decorating more this year than ever, using things that I already owned. Maybe my resolve to embrace Winter and all that comes with it is paying off?

At any rate, I'm linking this post up with the Nesting Place Christmas Tour of Homes, and The Inspired Room where you'll find oodles and oodles of cheer.

Now that you're here, there's something I must get off my chest: I really don't like Christmas music. I feel compelled to share this and I don't know why. I wouldn't want to be thought a fraud. It's best to just put it out there. Beat you to the punch. I can only imagine how disgusted many of you are with me right now and I very nearly understand.

It's just that - how many different takes can there possibly be on Silent Night?

There's no place like home for the holidays - I agree!

But why must we sing about it in countless, jolly-voiced variations?

Don't even get me started on the cartoon Christmas songs. You know the ones.

In my defense, I have not, in any way, attempted to direct my young, impressionable children away from Christmas music. When we're in the car, we're simply having a wonderful Christmastime and we're probably contemplating who might be special enough next year to be gifted with our hearts.

For the record, here are my two favorite Christmas songs:
1. Oh Come, Oh Come Emmanuel
2. O Holy Night

Both are the perfect combination of life-will-never-be-the-same joy and reverence.

I also enjoy Christmas music that is entirely instrumental, as long as they are real instruments and not jingle bells.

So tell me, do Cory's pretty pictures distract you from the simple fact that I'm practically Scrooge in a ponytail?

I promise, I'm cheery as all get out.

And if this doesn't prove it, I don't know what will.

Vintage Baby wreath, baby.
It scares my sister-in-law.

Who made this? I want to know her. I want to kiss her on the cheek. I'll bet her name was Tilly or Dot.
I'll bet she was neighbors with Bess.

They played bridge on the plastic flowered tablecloth and sewed felt exotic animal Christmas ornaments in their free time.

They say it's love that makes the world go round, but I'm not sure I entirely agree. I think it might just be Ebay.