We have paused and given Thanksgiving it's proper recognition and now we can charge onto Christmas*! And Christmas isn't Christmas without a few sparkles and nick knacks being put up. It's my tradition to wait until the Friday after Thanksgiving to pull out decorations. It just seems wrong to do this beforehand, even if there is only one month between the two holidays. It's bad enough the stores push it, it can wait to come to my house.
I thought it would be a fun idea to put up all the decorations and transform the house while Rob was at work (with his consent), but that didn't exactly happen. When I was living on my own and decorating my own place, I had everything up in a few hours. But Rob and I both love this holiday a lot and we have a LOT of decorations. I am not talking about a couple of boxes. We take up exactly one entire closet just for the stuff we put out for Christmas. This equates to six 20 gallon totes, a 7 1/2 foot tree, plus a few paper box style boxes for the over flow that wouldn't fit in the totes. It's a little overwhelming.
I woke up on Friday around 10am, got all excited about the day ahead of me and immediately got side tracked by The Hunger Games book. (Fabulous read btw and thank you Meghann for suggesting it!) Around 12:30, I decided I need to eat and take a shower. At 1:30 I figured I would pop in
Love Actually and start in on my task for the day. At 3pm, I still hadn't found all the boxes. The lights were missing and weren't in the designated closet. This is when I realized we didn't fit in one closet. We have some serious issues. Rob arrived home right around 4pm and found me with half opened boxes, kind of staring around and wondering what to do next. I unwrapped a good many things I knew we wanted to put out, but I couldn't bring myself to organize them in any sort of fashion. I did manage to arrange the ceramic Santa's along the mantle above the fire place. That was my greatest accomplishment. Not exactly the progress I wanted to make. Truthfully, I was also enjoying being a down right bum.

Needless to say, I hadn't managed the winter wonderland look I was going for, but felt much better with the idea of reinforcements. We puttered a bit more and between the two of us got the tree set up properly. I was having trouble with the lights which seemed to just come on for Rob at the touch of his hands so he fed them to me while I worked them through the branches. We called it quits and left the ornaments for Saturday.

On Saturday we tinkered with some more decorations and I left the house for the first time in days so we could pick up some books at the library and go to Jo-Ann Fabrics so we could create our own tree skirt. (Stay tuned for Holiday Sewing Adventures.) There was still some daylight left after out errands so I decided to put up the outside lights. Really this is nothing super fancy, just some white lights between the porch rails, but I like it. This sounds like the simplest task, but I have a way of complicating things to make myself do this twice. That and I am prone to be a perfectionist. I started with the lights going straight from my bulb to socket converter with about 7 feet hanging between it and the railing. I figured I had enough to still do the front of the porch (trying to remember back to how wide my porch was in Atlanta). I got through all 4 strands before I realized that was way wrong. So I went back inside, got an extension cord and proceeded to redo the whole thing. Did I mention that it was about 40 with whipping winds and I seem to misplaced my gloves? BUT the porch looks fabulous and is brighter than the runway at Dulles.

On Sunday I believe we finally finished putting up everything. So instead of 5 hours, it took 3 days, but it looks lovely and we were enjoying the process, so who cares?
*For those of you who do not celebrate Christmas, fill in whatever decorating holiday that falls around this time of year that's most appropriate to you.