Christmas is upon us.
As a firm believer in go-big-or-go-home, when it comes to decorating, I’ve amassed quite a large inventory of shiny and sparkly baubles. Collections range from primary colored, Adirondack country style or shiny, candy, crystal, silver and gold, snow and ice or the newest, fuchsia and chartreuse-themed.
Picked up here and there on sale or at secondhand stores, they are combined and disassembled into small and large trees, garlands and containers at the Cazenovia Public Library or GHD’s lobby by the first weekend of December.
I had to give up Lorenzo because their decor had to be done at the same time as the Cazenovia Garden Club needed help. Priorities, you know.
I try not to glue or wire any display, so that all components can be easily returned to the appropriate collections after the New Year. Easiest to make are “piles” on mantels or tabletops, either on trays, mirrored tiles or roping, between candles. Every year the themes change, which adds drama and surprise, plus angst as I decide what needs to stay home first.
All are stored in clear labeled bins in my unheated, third floor attic. Last year, after a basement remodel, I fitted floor to ceiling shelves in the furnace room, so everything is migrating to the warmth and convenience of being one floor closer to where it’s needed.
Once I start, the house is a disaster for a solid week.
Unless we have family or friends coming, it takes a big push to start. Why bother?
I will plan a party just to make me decide. In the past, it made things more exciting, but now I don’t have the energy of my youth. Being mature means accepting changes and finding a new normal. Because it always was so, doesn’t lock us into proceeding to not see the joy and freedom of taking a new path.