Thanksgiving just passed, so my kids have started clamoring to go get our Christmas tree. We are all going to be home this Christmas so I figured I would indulge them and started digging around in the basement for our decorations.
Well, the cat had decided that these topiaries were much more interesting disassembled, and spent the past year knocking tiny pine cones off of them and pushing them off onto the floor. (Nothing a hot glue gun couldn’t fix.)
And my Christmas tree “skirt” was a tablecloth I had cut a hole in and held the cut edges down with iron-down binding tape, in 2005. It is square; it’s not even round. There are also some Styrofoam gold pears I got on clearance at Target in about 2008, which my late Jack Russell Terrier had decided were also interesting to bat around and then chew on. I usually rotate them so the chewed side is down, but sometimes they get jostled and my shame is revealed.
And there are some dehydrated pomanders who are starting to lose the tops of their cloves. They are technically tree ornaments, but the upside-down trick works to conceal those gold loops as well. But I have made real pomanders, and it is a long and sticky process, so they will remain in the rotation until I find replacements, because I like the look of them.
As it turns out, digging around in these boxes is revealing a lot of holes in my stash. And every year, there are little bits of things that fall off, and they get dumped in the box, but eventually, the item itself starts to look a little anemic.