The problem with the Internet is that you can buy stuff in the middle of the night.

Last year’s Christmas decorating gave me a new hatred appreciation for the internet. The sheer volume of ideas, stuff, useless suggestions… all left me feeling not warm or fireside cozy. But instead made me agitated and scrambled.

I said that this year I was only going to do VERY SIMPLE holiday decorations… that I would not get sucked into the vortex of hauling out all the stored boxes of chaos… I was proud of my decision to embrace sanity over blog content. But then Paul was away for a few nights.

I never sleep well when he is gone, (everyone knows that is when the ax murderers get you). And late one night I got on Pinterest.

Our Victorian home decorated for Christmas… Take a holiday tour and see all my DIY Christmas decorating ideas!

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Holiday house tour – a giant fancy Christmas.

Index of all holiday decorating posts.

Last year was my first real blog Christmas. And I went AT IT.

By mid-December, I was lying on the floor, buried under an avalanche of my own making… Crushed by garland and glitter and DIY giant snowflakes and a truck-load of disco balls and a trash-picked sled and yards-and-yards-and-YARDS-of-fabric-I-had-mistakenly-thought-that-Paul-could-help-me-sew-into-bows.

There is no end to my creativity when the other option is doing actual work.

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.

Holiday gift guide— AND a giant fancy giveaway.

I hate getting presents.
It’s an extension of my fundamental hatred of surprises.

And if I want to extrapolate that to a deeper level of self-analysis: my hatred of surprises is actually a hatred of other people’s expectations.

I hate all surprises. At all times. From all people.
Unless you are giving me a kitten.

In which case, thank you. But I cannot accept it… I can only accept gifts of stray, elderly cats with medical issues.

However, since now is the time of year when we are socially obligated to participate in joyful gift-giving, and I am obligated by blogger code to speak of nothing but the holidays and how I graciously bring warmth and elegancy (not a word? Think again.) to every element… I decided to do a gift guide.

(If you’re only here for the shiny giveaway, you’d better just go ahead and scroll already.)

vintage christmas ads

a scale? let me know how that works out for you…  Ladies Home Journal, 1955 Colt ad, Joelle Jones

Wow. This is totally fascinating… keep reading.