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Never the Same Tree Twice
Already thinking about how I would like to decorate for next year! I love having more than one Christmas tree in my home. I love the ambiance of the lights. We put one tree up in our living room and one in the family room. Now when I have extra time (if that ever happens) I like to put a tree up in my bedroom and two in the extra bedrooms. -
One Tree is Not Enough
I’m 8 years old and it’s Christmas time. Mom has gone to the tree farm and asked them for just the top of 2 trees. The guys look at her like she has 4 heads, but they proceed to find her 2 trees about 4’ in height. Now, it’s time for me to decorate my tree. I can do anything I want with it. Mom has given me access to all of the decorations and I can use whatever I want. As my room is yellow with red accents, we put little yellow lights on the tree which give off a soft glow at night. (Yellow lights on a tree are my favorite, but I don’t have a yellow room with a tree anymore) -
Black is Back
My childhood room was nothing too dynamic in my opinion; One problem was that it was never just “my” room. I always had to share with a sibling. It started out with me sharing my room with my older sister. That was interesting as she never wanted me to touch any of her things, much less her clothes (I did do a lot of sneaking her sweaters though!) I’m sure that was one reason I spent a lot of time in Judy’s, my younger sibling’s room. We had a lot of fun in her room playing and goofing around. This was something that I was never allowed to do in “my” room. Because it seemed that I was in Judy’s room so much my mom (I really think my older sister, Kathy, requested this), changed our bedrooms. So I now shared with Judy and Kathy had her own room. (still didn’t stop me from sharing her sweaters!!!) We actually physically changed rooms. Judy and I shared the larger room and Kathy had the smaller room which had been Judy’s to start with. -
Cool Grandmas
Grandmas are so very special. I had two extremely different grandmas in regards to their personalities, styles, religion, and just about everything. -
Home is Where the Heart is
Our First Home As a teenager, I always said, “When I am eighteen I am out of here.” Well, guess what, out of my family I am the only one that has never left. I have lived in the same town my whole life, have moved only four times, and owned two homes (not including vacation properties). I moved from my childhood home to an apartment when married, then from there to a new tri-level, and then to a two-story which I am still residing in.
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I Love All Colors!
I love all colors. I also love a monochromatic color scheme. Do I ever use it? Never. Oh well, I love the white-on-white idea of just about anything from china, to room decorations, etc. -
Can I Decorate?
I’ve never considered myself very good at decorating… I especially got a complex when mom would come over and move things around after I’d arranged them… -
Picture Worthy Fluff
My life is decorated by my children. Decorations are the fluff that adds sparkle to your life. Not necessary to survive, but the stuff that makes us smile when we think back. Decorations are the people, places, and “stuff” that we take pictures of. They are the stories we tell… -
My Decorating Mentor
Whenever I think of decorating, I think of my sister (and her two talented daughters). She is hands down the best decorator I have ever met. So she works professionally as a paralegal and office manager. Go figure!
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A Passion for Decorating
If anyone really knows me they know I love to decorate. I can waste more relaxing time (what’s that!!) planning for re-arranging a room, decorating or redecorating it, whatever the case may be. I love planning and gathering all the materials before starting the decorating project. I do not like to start anything until I have all the items needed to finish my vision. That way, if there are changes to be made, it is easy to do so. I think you need to start with one item that you just love and decorate around that. One time I decorated a room around one little pink light. (sorry Lisa).
