I love Christmas decorations. Not before Thanksgiving, of course, but as soon as we've put away the turkey platters, I say bring on the Christmas bling! Back in my pre-New York City olden days, I decorated every room in our house. Yep, green garlands around the bathroom mirror and everything. I loved my little house at Christmas. So it breaks my Christmas-lovin' heart that I no longer have an outlet for my annual house-trickin'-out urge.
My Spanish Harlem apartment is tiny. No room for a tree. A fresh tree is outrageously expensive in NYC, anyway. Plus, I spend the holidays in Atlanta - what's the point? I do have a box or two of my tree decorations up here (couldn't bear for them to moulder away in a storage unit) and try my best to sprinkle them around my little place, if only to keep me tied to my traditions.
But this year, I really, really wanted a tree - or something to decorate. So I got creative. Still not sure whether my idea was brilliant or tacky.
I looked around to see if I could figure out something plentiful, stackable, and decoratable. What I have the most of is books - and there you have it. I stacked 'em up from big to small, ran a string of lights around the tower, hung a few ornaments, and plopped an angel on top. What do you think?
Well, never mind. I need a little Christmas. Right this very minute!