I don’t know what happened to Thursday. I can’t even remember what I did yesterday. Not much apparently.
Today was spent making the rounds of some gifty/deco/knick-knack kind of places. Several were having Fall Open Houses, so I went with several friends to check things out.
Amazingly, nothing coming home with me. Part of the problem is that I’m really terrible about decorating. For one thing, I have a hard time spending money on things that just sit and look pretty. I love going to houses that are beautifully appointed, with vases, and interesting bowls of things, and displays of unique items, but I just don’t seem to have the gene that would enable me to recreate that in my own house.
Our decorations are either every day stuff or it is the Christmas stuff. I don’t seem to be able to manage anything else. We have some Halloween stuff, but I usually don’t think about it until October 30th. By then, it doesn’t seem worth the effort.
The other problem is that I find that I don’t even notice the stuff that’s on my walls.
Case in point:
(I can’t even believe I’m admitting this.)
As I stumble out of my bedroom every morning, I walk straight towards a wall that has a cross-stitched picture on it. About 2 weeks ago I actually paid attention to this picture for the first time in months and this is what I saw:
Yes, that would be a Christmas decoration.
Back before I started quilting, I was an avid cross stitcher. This particular piece was particularly intricate, as it is actually 2 layers — with cutwork on the top layer of the “house,” so that you can see the tree behind the window, as well as a candle in the upstairs window.
What I’ve decided is that I’m EARLY for Christmas 2007.
That’s my story and I’m sticking to it.