It is tradition that the first Saturday in December is Christmas Decorating Day. Christmas exploded with a vengeance at Maison Pyjamas today.
I love my house. It's small. It's cozy and it has a definite quirky feel. There are lots of "me " touches here. When the first Saturday in December arrives I feel equal parts of excitement and anxiety. Excitement because I get to see all the Christmas decorating booty I haven't seen for 11 months. Anxiety- because I will confess, I dont like clutter. And frankly all that green and gold and red throws the neutral feel I worked hard to create completely off. But I know it's only for a few weeks and so I live with it.
For a while it looked like Christmas had barfed all over my kitchen table.
This is what will greet you at my front door. Welcome. Come inside out of the blazing sun.
Except on days when I'm feeling anti-social. Then you can stay outside in the 9th circle of hell. Everyone has those days right?
Normal people have wreaths on their front doors. Not much here is ever normal.
Santa has already parked his boots in my entry foyer. I think he's planning to use my guest room. I guess it's not manners to tell Santa to bugger off.
My hall table- Martha I am not.
If you say Ho three times quickly it's swear word status is completely negated.
I finally found a use for that fish bowl I bought eons ago. I still cant recall why I bought it. Im not planning to get any fish.
Earlier today you would have happened on one naked tree
and one fascinated cat...
Christmas stockings are hung on my unfinished dresser....
And, I'm ready to write Christmas lists.
And I wanted to share with you my first ever quilting and binding project. I made this years ago and it wasn't until I dragged it out of the box today that I realised how truly bad it is. It's heartening to know I've made progress in the time since then. The table runner is back in the box . I can do better.
And I present to you the 2010 Pyjamas Christmas Tree, which took all flipping afternoon to decorate.
This decorating frenzy is brought to you by the peer pressure of having American blog buddies who go all out at Christmas. Yes I caved in. I'm pathetic. I can pack all this stuff away the day after Christmas right?
P.S. You will be glad to know Santa came early this year and brought me new underpants...finally. Now I can have a medical emergency and not have to worry about cute young male doctors asking to see my butt. I had so much stinking fun getting rid of the manky old stuff Im thinking of going bra shopping next.
What? It's not OK to flash your undies in public?