Merry Christmas Internet. No? Not yet? Too soon? Well, Christmas is in full force in blog land from what I can tell. Gift guides are swirling around the world wide web and filling my Twitter and Pinterest feeds while cookies and ornaments are being DIY’d and published at an alarming pace. Do you ever fear you’ll “Christmas out” too early? Usually I peak around the time the ‘Rooms and I throw our annual party, but since he’s out of town on a gig this year and there is no party I might make it till the big day.
I bought plates and a table cloth at Target just in case BECAUSE I JUST COULDN’T STOP MYSELF. I have a real problem. Can’t stop this spirit. Ho ho ho.
To compensate I helped the hand-holding-man-friend put up his tree last weekend and I realized two things.
- This is my first Christmas with Instagram and I am unapologetically ‘gramming the whole thing. Check it.
- I don’t understand why 80-100 count strings of lights exist. ALWAYS buy the 250-350 count. Minimum. Buy two, three if you’re serious.
When helping the man-friend pick out his tree and fixin’s last year I must have been feeling extra nice, or maybe since it was our first Christmas together I didn’t want to “take over.” But somehow he wound up with only two strands of 80 count lights. And one of them FLASHES. He must have slipped that into the cart when I wasn’t looking or I was having an anxiety attack in Target and let him get whatever he wanted just so we could get out of there. But let’s be clear. That is not enough lights for ANY tree. Not even the Charlie Brown Christmas tree. So yes, we bought more lights for him. Moving on.
Currently back at casa del Parkside Manor I am work-shopping the tree situation in defense of the terror of all ginger cats. A traditional tree is not going to happen this year and it breaks my heart because we have a whole extra room to fit the biggest tallest tree they sell in Astoria. I vacillate between making the best of things, and boycotting decorating altogether. In the end, I think I will put our artificial tree up in my bedroom where there are no gingers allowed, and you can catch a sneak peek of the current living room work in progress on Instagram. Believe it or not the cat has already showed interest in terrorizing plan B. We are not friends right now. Plan C/D is either one of those chalkboard trees, or the Kate Spade Kraft paper route. My drawing skillz are sub-par so I’m hoping the current version works out. If it survives the week I’ll take proper photos and blog that shiz.
Wish us luck. Sophie is a DREAM around all things Christmas related and she’s super sad about losing her favorite warm place under all those lights this time around. What are you doing this year? Going traditional? Have any good anti-cat Christmas recommendations? Let’s chat in the comments.