|I see you judging me. Stop it.|
Or as one four-year-old member of our family called them years ago, the Pig-rims and the Idiots. She may have been talking about the table top figurines or her immediate family, we'll never know.
This year though I broke the rules, mixed up the routine, challenged the décor gods and put up Christmas Crapola (my mothers' words not mine) two weeks ago. Not all of it of course, too shocking, but a doorway here and a window there. The flannel valence below was a thrift shirt I cut up and hot glued. My mother didn't call it 'crapola' for nothing.
The Lone Door Through Which All Must Pass
|The Door Into Our Mudroom|
Inside the Looney Bin.
The Barn Picture is currently up for sale on eBay if interested
But since we only have one doorway into the Looney Bin, it was still an impressive start. I blame the grandbabies for this, and the aging process, and the aging process going on within the grandbabies. It all rolls back to that blog I wrote recently about time going by too fast.
I also blame the Three French Hens Holiday Market, visited recently by myself, my daughter and my two daughter-in-laws. Below are pics from that wonderful event in Morris, Illinois. I was-how shall I say -inspired. I mean after all, we have 90% of this type of inventory all over our farm, all I have to do is gather it together.
Like the sign my daughter saw that read "Yes, we know you can make it yourself, but will you?"
I decided that when the GK's come to visit each Sunday this next month, I'd like them to have a bit
more Santa/Angel/Snowman/Reindeer folly to revel in. The season is short. The babies grow up too fast. The parents will continue their eye rolling behind my back.
Besides, the dreary, gray, rainy, snowy, November weather continues and I needed some additional lighting effects and the proverbial red bow, to lift my spirits.