The weeks leading up to Solstice are always a mad crafting frenzy around here. Add to the crafty scene that we are in the thick of our busiest business season ever and I've found little time for domestic niceties. Yesterday I glanced around the house are could not recall the last time I swept the floors, tidied the play room, or folded laundry. Ew. The messes are piling up, my friends.
No, it is not looking good over here.
Aside from the felt and thread strewn across our house there is no sign of the coming holidays. Not a tree, string of lights, wreath, or stocking. Nada. Zilch.
Goodness. I guess I'm even procrastinating the cheer. (Recently I have found myself delaying holiday decorating a bit more each year. Lately it has been mid- to almost late December before we put the stocking up.) I guess the theory is that if I haven't hung the stockings then I don't have to fill them. Yet. Through some strange math formula I've determined that our lack of decorations computes to more crafting nights after the kids go to bed. I know. It makes no sense.
So today we're hanging the stockings. And even some lights. And then we'll be cleaning and crafting until bedtime.
I keep telling myself that time is expansive, decorations are more fun if you have to wait a really long time for them, and a dirty house builds natural immunity.
Back me up on this.