Today my boss bought her son a few pairs of fancy socks. She had me cut the little red bows off each package, thinking this way he wouldn't know they're actually girls' socks. I kept the bows.
Instant Christmas decorations!
Instant Christmas decorations!
Doesn't Kitchen Pig look so festive?
Like a tiny opera singer, belting out carols.
"Oooink to the world, the ham is done..."
Accessorized with a festive bow over the kitchen island, you're completely unaware of the mess below...and behind...and on top of the fridge.
Gosh, that light fixture looks dusty.
Gosh, that light fixture looks dusty.
Basically, if a bow would fit on it, it got a one.
Throw in a holiday hand towel and my Christmas decorating is complete.
Oh, and candy!
Not that you can actually eat any of the candy. It would fall out and ruin the display. It would ruin Christmas. I'm being dramatic? Pica and Biscuit would dash over, chow down on the wrapped mints, and spend the 25th at the vet.
Ahh, nothing like a little holiday rant. And that, my bloggy friends, is the extent of my decorating this year. Perhaps next Christmas we'll put up the tree.