Decorating My Way

My last post was all about decorating artistically like my mom.
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.

These used to sit on my mantel, but since we have a honking TV there now courtesy of the last decor fight The Coach will ever win, I had to put them somewhere else.  On top of the fridge.  Doesn't everyone decorate the top of their fridge?

 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.)

Here are all our stockings.  I had to have my mom help me make them because I can never find seven different, but similar stockings at the store.  I wish I could say I now know how to make stockings, but I don't.  Also why would I even need to remember how to make stockings when my mom already knows?

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?

I purchased this so it isn't exactly creative or crafty, but I like it.  As a bonus my mom had some of the same type stuff she bought last year and I stole it took her up on her offer to let me have it.  I really like the "Believe" piece, but it's not just because I believed in Santa forever and cried when my mom told me the truth.  (Ok.  That IS why I like it.)

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.

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