It’s that time of year when houses are strewn with lights, pine boughs grace door ways and kitsch of all kinds go up in every room of the house, including the loo. (I find the British word for it easier to justify. I don’t like John as that is disrespectful to Johns world-wide. I also don’t think bathroom is a complete descriptor as the room contains way more than just a bath. Restroom is just wrong because I don’t do one restful thing in there. Powder room is nice, but not for men. So loo it is.)
Wow, I really digressed that time. Back to holiday decor. Every year I try something new, either with previously used decorations arranged differently, or with a whole new collection necessitating new planning. This year I went with new stuff. All sparkly and amass with glitter. One can never have too much glitter. Unless it’s on you, then that’s a problem.
I’m veering further off my topic. Now I have body glitter in my head. Or on my head, or….oh never mind.
I love putting up the Christmas decorations. Even the ones I’ve put up every year for the past two decades because my son made them in grade school and how can I throw them away even though they don’t go with the new theme but he might notice if they aren’t up so there they go grabbing a spot on the tree for ever and ever. Amen. And that my friends, is my version of a holiday run-on sentence.
So, it appears I’m just rambling and running and not really getting anywhere with this blog. I really want to write about Christmas decor but seriously, I can’t seem to focus. Maybe it’s the bright lights, the tinsel, the shiny ornaments. Maybe it has to do with my to-do list that is never, ever, never going to get done because I put too much on it in the hopes I would turn magically into Martha Stewart, (who by the way has a staff of hundreds,) and create for the first time a Perfect Christmas, worthy of a magazine. And every year around the 24th I realize that’s not gonna happen.
Oh, Martha with your glossy magazine and your bravado in all things. You make us strive for perfection and suffer spiraling disappointments, all at the same time. The best friend and I have tried many different things mentioned in your magazine as being easy. The trouble is they are “Martha easy” not every day person easy. There is a phrase being used that says, “You’ve been Martha’ed.” Meaning you’ve been fooled into thinking these things will run smoothly and come out perfect and again, that’s not gonna happen.
The holidays are the worst for being Martha’ed. We all want that magical, mystical atmosphere that appears elves were busy working in our homes and gardens. Martha has elves, most of us do not.
Okay, I’m going to try to get over my Martha rant. It’s not easy. I bet she really irritated her fellow prisoners with her crafts.
Back to my décor. I think I have completed creating my home’s magical glow. All I can hope for now is a visit from Santa. Hopefully he will bring me a massage which I really need after climbing on chairs, swinging from the gutters and wrestling the tree into submission.
And everyone who knows me understands that this will be repeated year after year after year. Because I live in a fantasy world where there is the possibility of elves and magic. And where there is always hope, Christmas hope.
magicalmess 