I’m going to put the blame on my
deer dear friend LeeAnn. Usually I am very organized ready for [any] holiday that sits on the calendar. I was just putting Halloween candy in my stash and here comes Thanksgiving. I always keep a stash of Halloween candy – so don’t judge me. I’m at Wegmans with banners hanging over my head ORDER NOW. Order what? A turkey to order but I have plenty of time. I was still unpacking boxes in our garage when one of our neighbors approached me asking if I ever ordered a turkey from the Wine’ing Butcher. Turkey? My mind wasn’t very clear because I was rummaging through boxes looking for a pair of garden gloves – which was urgent due to the amount of leaves blowing down from trees that really are not our trees they are trees that sit along the trail directly behind our home. Have you ever walked through Central Park in Autumn and found yourself in a huge pile of leaves? This was the image I had from our courtyard size backyard. Now you know why the garden gloves were urgent. Not ordering a turkey. I found my garden gloves. And when I was finished raking and filling three large lawn bags from Costco……I made myself a cup of Caramel tea and looked at the Wine’ing Butchers website for turkeys.
I communicate with LeeAnn at least once a day. We talk about what our agendas hold for the day or the week. What’s for dinner. How are the kids. Hubbys. Dogs. Bloating. Sinus pressure. And how many packs of cookies I ate that
week day. LeeAnn has been working endlessly trying to make deadlines for her vintage business. So because she needs to pass her latest creations by me for approval……I’m seeing more Christmas ornaments, book page trees, wreaths, glitter, bling, white mantels and more! I know when you have a business such as hers you’re always one step ahead of each season…..but I was not about to head out to the garage and go through large Rubbermaid bins holding every Christmas item I have ever owned. It was the week before Thanksgiving and LeeAnn sent me three photos of her latest creations before she and her hubby would take them to the antique shop where her booth is. I’m eating a huge chunk of Rosemary-Parmesan bread looking at each one of her handmade items. I’m amazed at the detail LeeAnn puts into her creations. After I finish my second third half of the loaf of bread, I walked out to the garage (dang you LeeAnn!) and found the six large Rubbermaid bins. The bins and I are having a stare down. Thankfully, the garage door begins to go up and I see a black Honda moving in. It’s Football Superstar. I watch as he gets out of the car with his briefcase – his face slightly puzzled at what I’m doing standing in the garage alone staring at bins. Phew. I followed him inside and the subject quickly went to dinner and what happened to the Rosemary-Parmesan bread.
The following day I’m alone again in the garage staring at the bins. I’m having a conversation quietly in my head. A friend who shared her Hungarian traditions with me reminded me of why I wait. And I remember telling her that I have traditions for Christmas. My mother’s tradition of putting the tree up on the Friday after Thanksgiving. My Italian heritage traditions and I’ve adopted my husband’s Scottish heritage traditions. But I will not bring bins in the house until Black Friday. I don’t shop Black Friday unless I go into the city to shop and I wasn’t going anywhere this year. But those bins will not come in until Friday. Oh, LeeAnn!
I decided that bringing the bins in would only be for “inventory”. Tuesday before Thanksgiving I ask College Daughter to help me drag a few bins in. Without asking if I was going to start decorating for Christmas – she reads each bin marked “GLASS” or “SANTA COLLECTION”. College Daughter disappears to her bedroom so she can begin applying for grad school. And this is perfect because I have more alone time before Apple comes home from school. I’m able to have another conversation in my head and eat a slice of double fudge chocolate cake. [pray for me please]
I send LeeAnn a message letting her know what I’m doing. With excitement she tells me to start placing “winter” decor around my home. In a moment I’m back in Simple Dimple with music playing and a cup of tea. But it’s not my shop it’s my home. And I’m going to make it cozy for winter even if it’s 67 degrees. Besides….we didn’t get our formal living room furniture yet and College Daughter is having her boyfriend over for dinner to celebrate his birthday. I need to make the house cozy and inviting because all twenty-three year old young men notice that kind of stuff.
By Wednesday afternoon I’m on my way to pick up the turkey. I’m sitting in a mob of traffic because everyone decided to head to Dulles Airport before noon. Obviously they didn’t listen to the travel report you’re to leave on Thanksgiving morning – 6 AM! Obviously I didn’t listen either. So because this makes total sense – I jump on the toll road and head to Hobby Lobby. Because Apple Cheeks wants to begin collecting vintage Christmas villages. Why not take what little time I have and see if HL has any great sales. Which they did. And which I did find my youngest daughter three reproductions of vintage houses. And a few ornaments. And a wreath. And a bag of chocolate covered pretzels – for the trip to pick up the turkey. For Thanksgiving.
I was ashamed of myself. Not because I took the toll road to Hobby Lobby but because I ate a bag of chocolate covered pretzels in less than fifteen minutes. [pray for me] I managed to get everything needed for the Thanksgiving meal(s), Wednesday evening’s meal and Thursday’s Friendsgiving side dish. I felt empowered! Oh, yes come Black Friday my house is going to smell of pine with piped in Christmas music! By Saturday morning my girls were asking me to lower the Christmas tunes (yeah, can you believe that one) because they couldn’t hear themselves think. I didn’t know you needed to have complete quietness when you were eating a bowl of Reese’s Puffs.
Saturday I’m sharing with LeeAnn my accomplishments. We’re having a chat while she’s working on an order of book page Christmas trees and I’m eating leftover chestnut stuffing. Like any good “sister” would do for you she encourages me to do even more. So Saturday evening before we said goodbye to College Daughter – we grabbed that last of the six bins. The very last bin that sat in our garage holding a fragile crèche and stockings that will be placed above the mantel come Christmas eve.
So my inventory needs a few more items. I’ve become so in awe with deer. My inner child surfaces when I see them. We have a few that pass by the Old Dominion/DC trails. I’m very quiet while walking the pup hoping to see a passing momma and her babes. And on a rare occasion we may have one pass through our yard. Sadly, due to development in the urban/suburban areas they are being forced out of their habitat. But knowing my heart skips when I see deer, I had no choice but to begin collecting deer. And not by putting its head over my mantel but finding unique and pretty deer decor. Sparkly deer. White deer. Deer on white throw pillows. Vintage deer. I’ll stop. Not stop collecting deer…just stop naming the few I’ve snatched up while jumping on the toll road.
I’m not done with my Christmas chatter. Oh, there will be more. Thanksgiving is my favorite holiday. It was my mother’s favorite as well. But Christmas is the most magical time of the year for me and my family.
Thank you LeeAnn for encouraging me to drive myself mad. Which resulted in my weight gain [which means I’ll need to explain this to my doctor come January], my talent for eating an entire loaf of Rosemary-Parmesan bread and breaking a promise to my family that I wouldn’t eat the rest of the Godiva chocolates College Daughter’s boyfriend presented us Tuesday. I did this last year too. And that I still have it in me to find some of the best deals during this wonderful time of the year! Thank you my friend! I love you my sister!
To be continued….