Halfway through Saturday I suddenly noticed that it was the first of December. Of course, it wouldn't be a proper December first without a tree, decorations or an advent calender. So out came the slightly tacky white tree, last years advent calender and two big boxes of ornaments.
I thought it best to keep it pretty simple this year with a very curious toddler running around, but I still wanted to have a tree (despite the other half advising otherwise), so I left most of my vintage baubles in their boxes for another year. Out came the bag of kitschy angels and elves (a recent op shop find), and satin baubles (passed on from a relative), though a few glass ones did make it to the tree. I am hoping for the best, as the odds do not look terribly good with the combination of a little girl who loves shiny pretty things, and a concrete floor. But so far so good.
A few little decorations dotted on the cabinet, and it looks to be done. Only the lights waiting to be connected now. There is space for a few handmade pieces that I'm halfway through. Though I can't say that I didn't derive much pleasure from the decorating. No doubt it is that inner child in me.
Does your inner child come out at christmas too?
Do you enjoy the christmas decorating as much, (if not more!) than the kids?
Is your tree up?