I love to decorate for Christmas. And by "decorate," I don't mean classy centerpieces with candles and seasonal flowers. I mean tons of completely goofy stuff that makes the house look like I still have 4 year-olds running around.
The kids insist I put out every childish toy and teddy bear. Combine their nostalgia with my love of retro needlework and general goofiness and you can imagine how silly our house looks.
There's the needlepoint covered brick doorstop:
The outlet cover. I swear I blocked this. It just didn't want to stay square. Adds to the charming idiocy of it all:
Scrooge sits in a corner disapproving of everything:
And this year I had to make this pink gingerbread tissue box cover. So wonderfully tacky:
And every hour, on the hour, an elf pops out with a present in his hands and plays a Christmas carol:
My life is complete.