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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?
22 October, 2012
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I can completely understand. The "Me That Will Be" exists in the future when I'll have lots of time on my hands, friends to entertain, no small children underfoot, and a house that doesn't quite look so lived in, darnitall. I wish I could be the nifty sewer that my grandma but I don't even know how to turn on a sewing machine, must less follow a pattern. I think my kids wish I did more decorating too, it's just not on the Martha Stewart level.
I look at pictures of houses where people decorate like that for each holiday/season and I wonder two things: where in the world do they find the time and where in the world do they store all that when it's not out?
But like you - I love the idea of it!
The Christmas card dilemma. Years ago I knew if my stack of Christmas cards (usually about 150) were not finished by the day after Thanksgiving, they would not be mailed by Christmas. Eventually, I started mailing then in July. I had more time. And the recipients remembered getting them. It was a nice solution.
It's just a waste of money in my mind to have all that stuff. I could easily skip the Christmas tree all together but the rest of the family may object.
ArmyMustang,
I learned to sew in the 7th grade, hated it and vowed never again. The universe heard me and laughed because my first assignment as a department manager was yardage. surrounded by fabric and talented sewers, I started again. But that was over 30 years ago. I stopped sewing because fabric got so expensive and I could buy good quality for less if I bought 2nd hand.
However, I have made lots of stuff using glue and no sewing at all.
The kids will remember the attention you paid to them more than any fake spiderwebs you put up.
Dean Wylo,
You have to wonder what they give up in order to have those perfectly decorated homes. Maybe that is why house tours are so popular, the rest of us get to enjoy it vicariously.
Stve,
and don't forget you can buy Christmas cards deeply discounted after Christmas! If I had it to do over again, I would have given the kids their presents on the Epiphany rather than Christmas day. A neat solution.
Joanne, I don't have a tree here, but my kids and I used to go and cut ours down every year.I loved that part. I think I didn't decorate last year, but I can't remember.
regards,
Theresa
I plant a lot of trees on the place, some of them are pine trees. The deer rip those poor trees apart about this time of year. Linda gathers up the better looking shreds and calls them Christmas trees-bulbs and everything.
And: I grew up on a Christmas tree farm,
I'm building stuff out of those trees now..
norm,
your property sounds so pretty.I love the smell of pine branches. There is nothing like being able to stick around and watch a tree grow. I'm a bit jealous,it seems that I planted all my trees for other people to enjoy
I used to live in the redwoods, Bambi would trim my roses for me. I got really good at planting stuff that deer didn't like to eat, though I had to plant everything in pots and chase the sunlight.
regards,
Theresa
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