At the start of the Christmas season, my creatively genius friend Rosa sent me an e-mail entitled: What's in Your window?
It sounded catchy and reminded me of that commercial "hands in your pocket" since the kids love singing that. Okay, so now you think we watch too much tv. Well, get over it.
Some of my Christmas stuff I just love way too much to hang on the tree and be subject to all that comparison that is probably as rampant among beautiful, shapely Christmas bulbs as it is on some fashion runway in Paris. So, I set some aside, and hang them in my windows.
Brian built such a beautiful garden shed last summer, that I often fantacize about running away, and simply moving into the back yard. There's no glass in the windows though, so my sensibilities usually kick in.
My tree, which has actually been called "ugly" graces the front window.
Its adorable. And I wish it would stop dropping needles.
Trees, and house plants, and gardens, and all flowers hate me.
So? What's in YOUR window?