Shame

I come from a long line of holiday decorators.

(Actually, that just sounded good. In reality, I can only verify that my mother is a holiday decorating fanatic. This I know to be true.)

This last Christmas I think my mom out did herself. I wish I'd taken pictures, it really was truly amazing. She collects these little village houses and they covered every flat surface on the main level. Every art & craft she'd ever done at the women's church activities was on display. The tree was chock full of all of the ornaments we've collected over the years. All of the bed linens had been changed to some sort of red, green & white variation. Even the bathrooms had some little reminder that yes, Christmas was here.


For Valentines Day she always decorated the table in pinks and reds, set out the fancy china, lit candles and sprinkled confetti shaped like lips.


When we were kids she used to dye our breakfast green on St. Patrick's Day.


For Easter we'd dye dozens and dozens of eggs despite the fact that there were only three kids. The entire house transformed into pale shades of every spring color.

This is the sum of all of the Easter decorations. My Christmas decorations aren't much better.

I feel as if I've shamed my mother.

I wonder if Target is having a sale....