Unless you celebrate something different, then Happy Hanukkah, Happy Kwanzaa, Merry Saturnalia, whatever floats your boat.
For me and my herd, it's Christmas.
We don't go overboard with the decorations. Wait, let me rephrase that. I don't go overboard with the decorations. I'm in charge of the inside. The hubby is in charge of the outside. We are three strands of lights away from a tv special on crazy Christmas lights.
This post is about the inside, so here goes.
We have always had a mishmash of stockings. Some for him and his, some for her and hers. I decided I was tired of the yours, mine and ours stockings, so I made new ones. I wanted something clean and simple, so I used an old matelasse bedspread that had seen better days and been retired to the back of the linen closet. It had a pretty scalloped edge, so I used that for the cuff on all of the stockings. I embroidered all the kids names on them in a pretty blue that matches my living room curtains. I may regret that decision later. I was pretty happy with how they turned out. I got seven new stocking for the cost of thread.
I used to hang stockings with command hooks, but I had to hide them with garland. I wanted to avoid the garland, so I created a new stocking hanger. I used a scrap of wood that I stained with some stain I found in the garage. I also found a package of drawer pulls that were purchased for a project, but never used. So this project was free too.
I guess I should stop complaining that my husband is a garage hoarder!
This is the main tree. My husband insists on a real tree, so we put it in our great room. It looks crooked in the picture, but I think that was more of a crappy photographer issue than a crooked three issue. This room has wood floors and I worry obsessively about it all month.
This year, I went with mostly metallics and burlap. I saw a terrific tree online that had antlers tucked in everywhere. I am already looking forward to next year's antler ridden tree! My father in law has a crap ton hanging in his garage! I guess hoarder is in the genes.
This is the tree in the kid's playroom. Yes, with the tile floors, this is the room the real tree should go in, but it doesn't. Don't question my sanity, it's long gone. Any way, that cute galvanized bucket was supposed to go under the tree stand on the real tree, but it was too small. The artificial tree stand fit just fine, so I jammed it in there. Can't let cuteness go to waste! On this tree, we put all the ornaments the kids make, plus any ornaments that don't make the cut for the main tree. This way everyone is happy. I get my coordinated tree, and the kids can hang whatever crap they want on this one. If I used potty words, we would call this the cluster-f@#* tree. But I don't use words like that.
In my entry, we have a table that we keep our family Christmas picture on all year long. During Christmas, I add my first nativity set. I lost baby Jesus years ago. Finally, this year I found a lone baby Jesus that was the right size to complete the set. Somehow it just doesn't feel right. If you want to know why, check out this oldie but a goodie about missing baby Jesus.
I have really tall kitchen cabinets, but a little bit taller ceilings. It's not enough room to put anything tall, and I despise artificial greenery, so it is usually bare. I couldn't find room for my Santas, so I decided they could go up there. I threw the garland I didn't use from the mantle and some lights and I love it. It's a keeper for next year. Now I just need to hit the stores the week after Christmas to add to that Santa collection.
Yes, even the deer get decorated.
I put the little Christmas village I got years and years ago inside the China cabinet. It keeps little hands off, so it's all good.
Here is the stocking hanger. I may stain it darker. Can't decide.
Here is my pinterest knock off. Took five minutes. Everyone knows how much I love me some mason jars.
Merry Christmas Y'all!
From my herd to yours.