One Holiday To The Next

 


As we approach the end of the year, it seems like the holidays are all bunched together.  Makes me think that eons ago, the People in Charge of Making The Calendar had a set amount of holidays to add, and when they got to October they realized they still had quite a few left - so they crowded them all in! 😁

Once the turkey left overs got put away, it was time to start in on the Christmas decorations.  But if you know me at all, you know that certain things cannot happen unless certain OTHER things happen. First things first - what to wear! Something feminine yet practical.  A casual yet comfy outfit of blue tank top, duster, skort, hose, and flats of course!


Now that I was properly decorated, it was time to start in on the tree.  Normally I like to separate Thanksgiving and Christmas. But with all the heartaches and headaches 2020 has been bringing, I felt the need to echo the lyric of that Holiday Song - "We need a little Christmas, Right this very minute."

Which cap to wear THIS year?

Next came the eternal question - where to put the tree? After looking at 37 different furniture configurations (ok ok, maybe it was only 29) I ended up putting it in the exact same spot as the last 3 years.

So many decorations, so little tree

After toiling at the project for almost 4 hours, I needed to take a well deserved break.  Even a gal so stoked on Christmas has to take a breather now and again for some fun.

Wearing fancy bows makes a girl feel special

I'll update you all when the project is completed.  Until then, Stay Safe And Pretty, Sweeties.

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