If you are trolling the Internets for ways to create The Perfect Holiday Decor, you should keep looking. I’m a designer by trade but a sap for sentimentality at the holidays. So in my opinion, all of those beautifully color-coordinated Christmas trees you see in magazines, on TV, and trumpeted on other blogs belong in commercial environments. When it comes to holiday decorating in your home, I’m personally in favor of chucking all of that perfection right out the window in favor of keeping personal momentos. And then there’s the laziness and the Cobbler’s Kids Having No Shoes Syndrome.
If you were to walk into my house right now, you’d see a laundry list of designer faux pas:
Mismatched Christmas stockings, two of which (belonging to pets Popo and Larry) are hung from media cabinet knobs and not from proper stocking hooks. Phoebe favors anything that is over-the-top pink and princess. At the age of 4.5, I believe she’s entitled to have it. On the other hand, Jeb’s stocking has to positively reek with he-man masculinity. My stocking always has to play UN Peacekeeper to their two stockings’ styles and heretofore has maintained this delicate balance. However, this year I decided it was high time to replace Phoebe’s baby stocking and forgive me if I didn’t respect the existing color f-l-o-w. So her stocking’s going rogue. So what?
An artificial tree sporting white-corded lights amidst its green branches and a bazillion different ornaments that were never intended to coordinate with each other. I picked up new lights last year and didn’t notice they had white cords until I started unpacking them at home. I was too impatient to return them for green-corded ones then, and when I unpacked them again this year, time management issues once again trumped designer perfectionism. As for the ornaments, you can read my life history by cataloging my ornament collection: there were the years I obsessed over lime green and turquoise; the years I was into retro; the years I worked on Lassie, Underdog, and Lone Ranger licensed merchandise; the years I DIY’d blown glass ornaments at Ryno Glass in Temple, TX; my starving artist college years; and the years I braved day-after-Christmas sales. Now that Phoebe is getting older, my collection is growing to include items she has made or decorated, like this wonderful snowman who appears to have been bludgeoned: