I'm not decorating my house for Christmas. There, I've said it. I didn't inherit the decorating gene from Momma, Shannon got that. Funny thing is, I can help other folks figure out what looks good at their house, but I get all weird when it comes to my own home. I worry about how it looks when in the long run it doesn't matter that much. I've recently been trying to examine my feelings on household decor. Vance and I are trying to cut back, 'de-stuff' and de-clutter, sell some stuff on e-bay, etc. It flies in the face of what I grew up with, things like Momma's pretty Lladros in the display case. I love my Momma and Daddy's house, and I recognize that she really has a knack for making things look nice. So is it insulting to her to have a daughter who appreciates the thought of another Precious Moments figurine but would really rather have a gift certificate for a spa day or even Home Depot? We're heading to my parents' house a week from tomorrow and I know it will be beautifully decorated (and not smell too much like cinnamon b/c it makes me sneezy). I'm looking forward to being able to spend time with the family, but will be struggling with falling back in to my old, overcommercialized habits. Ah, the holidays.
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