Oh, the garland! It’s one of the best parts of Christmas, really. Not only because it looks so beautiful but also because it smells so very delicious. No matter how nice a Christmas tree candle we get, nothing smells like the real thing. (Although, well, some of them smell pretty great.)
Looking at all these beauties we can’t help but be reminded of last Christmas when our fabulous friend Laura Trevey from Bright, Bold, Beautiful came with our Lowe’s Home Improvement and gave the outside of our house a lot of Christmas love. That, of course, included lots of garland! Looking at the pictures now makes me wish that we had all these fabulous decorations again this year! But it’s somehow less work when you have a crew of seven orchestrating the whole thing…
I think my love for garland must be a genetic trait, inherited from Mom. who spends every weekend after Thanksgiving decking my childhood halls. (Take a peek at her holiday decor from years past!)
We’re generally of the “less is more” camp, but, when it comes to garland, we’re of the “more is more” mindset!
We have a driftwood tree in the corner of our living room that I am so in love with. (Maybe because it’s cute, maybe because it doesn’t shed everywhere…) Our sweet friends at Minted sent us one of these charming felt garlands last year, and it is the perfect finishing touch to that little tree, decked out completely in coastal ornaments.
Last year was the first year that we didn’t hang garland over my portrait that graces Mom and Dad’s dining room.
Mom and I are real night owls, so we’re usually decorating at like 2 am when we’re together. So we went into the dining room, to hang the garland and turned the portrait light on. When we did, the bulb blew in a big, loud burst.
As Mom attempted to change it, it broke off in the socket. I, being terribly industrious–and having a YouTube app–retrieved a potato and untwisted the broken part. I know. It was impressive.
Well, it was impressive until I stepped off the ladder, the ladder crashed into the buffet, the buffet cabinet flew open and about twenty salad plates went crashing to the ground in a spectacular mixture of sound and broken porcelain.
At that point, I would have quit. But Mom is very
stubborn determined. She decided that she would persevere. So she tried to put a new bulb in the light, it nearly electrocuted her, and, as I caught her as she fell backward off the stool, the switch for the light broke into three pieces and fell. The pieces weighed practically nothing yet somehow caused a chain reaction that knocked all the candles out of the candelabra. They broke. And the entire portrait itself, which, with the frame, must way at least fifty pounds, came toppling down as well, in the final flourish.
Anyone looking through the window would have been certain we had been drinking, as funny as we found this. Had the portrait been of a dead relative and not the living me, I would have assumed the thing was haunted. Needless to say, we won’t be hanging garland on the portrait this year. But everything else? It will be covered in green for sure.
Are you a fan of garland? Where do you hang it?