When I look at all the cute home decorations available to buy or make out in the world, I ponder the person I thought that I would be.
I thought that I would decorate for every holiday, but never thought about where those decorations would be kept between times. In my imagination, I would have a totally home made Halloween, complete with special dishes and pumpkins everywhere. I would take down all the photographs and replace them with spooky ones. Some of the pumpkins would be carved into intricate designs, others left plain and still others made into traditional jack o’ lanterns. A black cat motif would abound. More fun less gore would guide my hand
After the carved pumpkins had found their way into the compost pile, the plain pumpkins would be transformed into pies or if small and cute tumble their way out of a cornucopia.
In my fantasy life, I would send and receive dozens,maybe hundreds of Christmas cards. They would festoon the house, the most beautiful re-incarnated into ornaments the following year. I’d have theme trees, oh, yes multiple theme trees. And maybe a train and those Currier and Ives cottages.
However, I spent most of my working life in retail, where you work most holidays except Easter, Thanksgiving,Christmas and New Year’s Day. I gave up on the Christmas cards because they never did get sent out until February. Don’t get me wrong we always did some special Christmas stuff.
I can’t carve a pumpkin unless you count cutting some triangles and a half moon mouth out. Without any kids around, it seems silly and in this heat the pumpkin would look very scary very fast and not in a good way.
How can you miss a life you never had or a person you never were?