I started this post about four hours ago, forgot to give it a title, and have now forgotten what I was going to write about!
I’ve prepared my responses to Frank’s Fibbing Friday, but like to do something in between similarities, though looking back, I’ve done two for Fandango back to back today, both of which were reblogs.
If anything, I feel a little detached today. I woke up with a fuzzy head and decided a shower was in order. I felt better, dried my hair and had breakfast, then settled down early for once on my blog.
I’m also feeling reminiscent and thinking about Christmases both as a child and in various adult scenarios depending on the relationship I was in and if there were any children to consider.
Most of my Christmases have been good, and those that weren’t, weren’t dreadful, just disappointing I suppose. I saw the packs of coloured papers to make your own chain decorations the other day, and that took me back to my childhood and hand made crêpe paper streamers. One of the things I noticed as an adult was that crêpe paper wasn’t so readily available in so many colours anymore, and the length had practically halved, because now one strip wasn’t long enough to reach from one end of the lounge to the other.
At my last job, as the newbie (I’d been there 11 months) I was asked to decorate the office Christmas tree. I found the box of decorations in storage, hefted them all out and put it together, in my own time, before my day started.
I was really pleased with the result, had put chocolate pennies and santas on the boughs, and it looked really bright and festive.
Sadly the other girls didn’t think so. They didn’t like my mix and non match throw it all together approach as they were all into designer decor, matching colours and themes, and some kind of order to everything Christmas. I was shown a picture of one such themed tree, and decked out in blue and white, it looked cold and uninviting.
I tried not to show my disappointment and said I’d change it, unless they wanted to of course, but they all agreed they could ‘live with it’ for a couple of weeks.
The bosses and other workers liked it though, said it brought a dash of colour to the room.
Oh well, can’t please everyone I guess.
We bought new lights last year as the ones we had, although working when we took them out of the box, more and more were failing. Gone were the days when if one was loose or blown, none would work as I so well remember from my childhood! Our tree always looks pretty as every bauble has a memory attached.
Photos: Our tree 2019 left and 2018 right.