Many others suffer from the same love/passion/obsessive compulsive disorder of redecorating for seasons/holidays/bouts with boredom (/ wrists) as I do. So here came the fall/Halloween season and I still hadn’t brought the boxes down from the attic. No excuse is ever good enough but here’s mine.
Since I’m four and a half months pregnant in an almost over the hill body, my back aches. The concept of making it hurt anymore by hauling things down and around was unappealing at most. I even warned my husband,”If you see a new box somewhere, you need to ask me if you can do something with it for me. Otherwise, I’ll move it the next day and you’ll fell badly that you didn’t offer to hump it instead.” Deaf ears. I did it anyway.
At this point the top of the attic steps has become a repository for numerous boxes of baby stuff, florals, lamps, and Halloween stuff. That’ll be another day of shuffling things about up there. But the Happy News is, I’ve Redecorated. I humped it down, ow, ow, ow. And then it took two rounds of ‘spend time with my stuff so it will tell me where it goes’. But it’s as good as it’ll get with a week to spare. Pictures start now. The only picture of last years decorations I felt was OK to share is first. The rest show how much better it looks now.
I took this arrangement to church for the Fall fest buffet table. Thought I’d snap a picture of it out there. There’s also a Fall fest that happens at a local State Park. My Mom took my son last weekend and they came home with the scarecrow they had made. He was promptly placed on the bench on the front porch. And wouldn’t you know, the next morning, when I opened the shades, I scared myself.
Happy Falloween everyone.