Remember when I made happy little wreaths and hung them in all my merry little windows?
I didn’t stop there. Oh no, I didn’t.
Actually, I would have. I was sleepy. But D started pulling the bigger wreaths out and asking how to go about making bows for them. I don’t doubt he would have done a fine job, but there was a bigger, underlying issue here.
D… can be somewhat grinchy about Christmas festivities. I know, I know! He seems so perfect in every other domestic way. But if Jingle Bells lands in his ears before about December 23rd, he’s been known to bah-humbug it. In fact, he even carries around a coffee mug with it in big black lettering.
I had to rally so as not to be outdone by Ebenezer.
We picked up the wreaths at Hobby Lobby on 50% off day, so we’ve only got $5 in each of these. D did the fluffing whilst I made jolly bows out of the same patterned ribbon as the indoor wreaths. Then we hung them on our exterior lights.
The front porch.
Notice the tricky angle photography that excludes the pumpkins still sitting on the deck.
I love those lights… all covered in dust.
And the garage. (I tried to type this as I’m prone to pronounce it, like GAYrage… but then it looks like gay rage and that doesn’t feel very in tune with the Christmas spirit.)
I like these lights too. I shall be sad to leave them behind.
And there you have it. The extent of our exterior Christmas decor.
I feel comfortable telling you that this will, in fact, be the extent of it, as ol Scrooge over here announced more than once and completely unsolicited that he will not be hanging Christmas lights.
Who wants to come hang some for me? Anyone? Anyone?