Last night we decided it was time for Christmas decorating. Eric went into our storage closet and for a while we lost him amidst the stacks of art work, but eventually he emerged with a big silver tub aptly labeled Christmas Decor.
I had visions in my mind of a super fancy, perhaps with a color scheme, Christmas-y house. Just something that would take Martha Stewart's breath away. When I opened the box I was reminded that we have strange decorations which I can break into three categories. 1) Sentimental items that come in a variety of styles and textures; everything from antique bulbs to handmade childhood ornaments. 2) Weird stuff that I have no connection to, but never seem to get rid of. 3) Stuff that I have gathered because I love it.
First I should give you a little perspective...we have a tiny Christmas "tree" that we purchased for our 1st married Christmas, I'd say it's about 2 ft. high.
We began to unpack the decorations and I realized that there is no way that our decor is ever going to have a unifying color or stylistic theme. Obviously it's not really in my blood. Once everything was all set up it was perfect in that it is just our style. Bits of our personal histories and bits of our shared history.