Friday Night! *party noises*
Hi guys!
Tink here, reporting from my kitchen. I'm home alone, rockin' some random Spotify playlist, and finally getting a few Christmas decorations up.
I can't decide what's sadder - my situation, or my very sorry assortment of Christmas swag. I feel like the latter isn't entirely my fault. - Although you could argue that it is. But hear me out.. This year, I have actually made an effort to browse various Christmas displays at various stores, hoping - actually hoping! - to find something that I would want in my house. And... meh. Sorry, sorry, I know I'm not big on Christmas, and that's on me, but I do actually like a bit of glitter and color and fun, and what I've seen is like... none of the above. If I was anti-Christmas before, have you seen what passes as "decorations" these days? More like, "incentive to end it all." For goodnesss sake! Do I look like a person who wants to decorate my white walled interior with white clay hearts? Who made these; your blind grandma??
I'm sorta torn on the whole tasteful vs. gaudy-issue that seems to divide people into two camps every year. I feel like, if you can't even see the decorations, why bother? That's a lot of effort for minimal pay-off. I feel like decorations are, by definition, probably not rooted in a whole lotta taste. I mean. Santa is pretty gaudy. Spending your entire Christmas pretending he isn't a thing seems quite counter-productive to me. On the other hand, there are some eyesores out there! I'm not super into the angel or elf theme, so I'm limiting myself quite a bit right out of the gate.I have a tiny little snowman figurine with mittens and a woolen hat that I kind of adore, but I agree that he is not the most tasteful object in my house. He is easy to miss, though. :)
But, yeah. I now have my usual heart-shaped baubles in my windows (purple and gold), I put a silver star with a blue bow and a red star in the center on my door, because I know I won't have time to do my usual wreath with my mom. (Honestly, missing out on making "Christmas Desecrations" with my mom is the biggest bummer about my Working Christmas this year... She hasn't even suggested it, because she knows how ugggghhh everything is, which is so sweet, and makes my heart weep just a little bit more.) I have my usual parashuting santa+snowman decending from my kitchen lamp (I've had those guys forever. They used to skydive from the lamp in my room when I was a kid) and I put various brass tealight holders with star cutouts in key locations. I even caved and put up my elf family, mainly because I was a bit excited to conclude that they could be misconstrued as a loving lesbain couple with two daughters. :D -The haircuts are a bit ambiguous, is what I'm sayin'.
Anyway. Home alone. Feeling chatty. If you're still with me, I salute you!
Sven got called away on a plumbing emergency. Something about a radiator. Apparently, some wiseguy decided to essentially take the thing apart in a misguided attempt to air it out. It's now leaking, and he'd have to empty the basin he's put underneath every ten minutes for the rest of the weekend. Also, this would essentially drain the entire heating system in his apartment building, which is not a party for the furnace, and would mean that nobody had any heat by tomorrow morning, and also more than likely (because every 10 minutes? When is he gonna sleep this weekend?) cause severe water damage. This one is an epic facepalm. - Fridays, man....
Tink here, reporting from my kitchen. I'm home alone, rockin' some random Spotify playlist, and finally getting a few Christmas decorations up.
I can't decide what's sadder - my situation, or my very sorry assortment of Christmas swag. I feel like the latter isn't entirely my fault. - Although you could argue that it is. But hear me out.. This year, I have actually made an effort to browse various Christmas displays at various stores, hoping - actually hoping! - to find something that I would want in my house. And... meh. Sorry, sorry, I know I'm not big on Christmas, and that's on me, but I do actually like a bit of glitter and color and fun, and what I've seen is like... none of the above. If I was anti-Christmas before, have you seen what passes as "decorations" these days? More like, "incentive to end it all." For goodnesss sake! Do I look like a person who wants to decorate my white walled interior with white clay hearts? Who made these; your blind grandma??
I'm sorta torn on the whole tasteful vs. gaudy-issue that seems to divide people into two camps every year. I feel like, if you can't even see the decorations, why bother? That's a lot of effort for minimal pay-off. I feel like decorations are, by definition, probably not rooted in a whole lotta taste. I mean. Santa is pretty gaudy. Spending your entire Christmas pretending he isn't a thing seems quite counter-productive to me. On the other hand, there are some eyesores out there! I'm not super into the angel or elf theme, so I'm limiting myself quite a bit right out of the gate.I have a tiny little snowman figurine with mittens and a woolen hat that I kind of adore, but I agree that he is not the most tasteful object in my house. He is easy to miss, though. :)
But, yeah. I now have my usual heart-shaped baubles in my windows (purple and gold), I put a silver star with a blue bow and a red star in the center on my door, because I know I won't have time to do my usual wreath with my mom. (Honestly, missing out on making "Christmas Desecrations" with my mom is the biggest bummer about my Working Christmas this year... She hasn't even suggested it, because she knows how ugggghhh everything is, which is so sweet, and makes my heart weep just a little bit more.) I have my usual parashuting santa+snowman decending from my kitchen lamp (I've had those guys forever. They used to skydive from the lamp in my room when I was a kid) and I put various brass tealight holders with star cutouts in key locations. I even caved and put up my elf family, mainly because I was a bit excited to conclude that they could be misconstrued as a loving lesbain couple with two daughters. :D -The haircuts are a bit ambiguous, is what I'm sayin'.
Anyway. Home alone. Feeling chatty. If you're still with me, I salute you!
Sven got called away on a plumbing emergency. Something about a radiator. Apparently, some wiseguy decided to essentially take the thing apart in a misguided attempt to air it out. It's now leaking, and he'd have to empty the basin he's put underneath every ten minutes for the rest of the weekend. Also, this would essentially drain the entire heating system in his apartment building, which is not a party for the furnace, and would mean that nobody had any heat by tomorrow morning, and also more than likely (because every 10 minutes? When is he gonna sleep this weekend?) cause severe water damage. This one is an epic facepalm. - Fridays, man....