You may remember I am NOT an artist. Proof.
(Take that as a warning!)
Since we are in the new house I had to find new places for our decor items. I so proudly thought hanging wreaths on the banister was clever and original until I saw it on a hardware store ad. Also my falling down the stairs while hanging it distracted from the cleverness. Before I was even done tumbling The Coach bellowed, "Were you doing something stupid on the stairs?" I swear I was just standing there. Luckily the baby gate broke my momentum before I hit the hardwood. I still had fantastic bruise on my bootier (That's French.) I offered to show my family and all of the participants of the Turkey Dash, but I had no takers. Scrooges.
All the characters in this nativity scene are looking around like, "What? It wasn't me. I didn't see anything." Nice try. I know one of them knows what happened to the Shepard's lamb. It didn't just walk away by itself. (Mom would probably rearrange this so all the figures are looking at Baby Jesus. Duh.)
These fish are permanent decor, but I added the hats which I think are hilarious. So does Tayte. Wasn't it nice of The Coach to haul the ladder out and humor me with this?
So...to wrap up decorating my way includes:
1. Bodily injury
2. Lost livestock
3. Sharing a sense of humor with a three year old.
4. Possibly traumatic childhood memories.
Top that, Mom.
If you are following from the hops please let me know so I can visit you. Don't let my disrespect to my mom scare you.