We started decorating for Christmas a bit early this year because we needed the tree up for our Christmas card photo. I won’t show it to you yet, but it’s good. The photo shoot involved Brandon, footie pajamas (complete with butt flap), and Jim Beam. Ho ho ho.
Christmas in our apartment last year was very silver, pink, and shiny. It didn’t feel right to deck out our 1920 bungalow the same way, so we went out to get a real tree a few days ago.
All of our ornaments are the same, but of course the tree makes all the difference.
I wish I had some cute pillows to switch out for the holidays. I’ve had my eye on the Swedish House Pillow Cover from Pottery Barn, but I’m hoping it will go on sale after Christmas and I can buy a couple to save for next year. The living room doesn’t look bad with our normal items, but a little change is always nice.
And now, my taste gets a little questionable.
When we were packing up our things from the attic of the old apartment, I added a little something extra to our Christmas decorations. Three deer. White ceramic deer. They were just sitting up in that stuffy attic, abandoned and unloved, and I knew nobody would miss them if I “liberated” them. So I did. Brandon found out as I was unpacking them a few days ago and…
He hates them.
Well, maybe he doesn’t hate them. Strongly dislikes? (Is that better, honey?)
I put them on the buffet, and I think they’re fantastic. Oh deer.