Search “Thanksgiving Decor” on Pinterest and you’ll find pin after pin of tablescapes. Usually elaborate, often featuring fruit and flora not easily found in your regular grocery store. There is a subtle message here: you decorate for the day, for the event. Maybe you put out a few guest towels and spruce up the linens on the bed if you’re expecting guests for the holidays. But, do you really decorate?
Recently in Goodwill hunting for vintage zippers, I couldn’t help but notice: I’m not alone. If donations are any indications, folks out there celebrate Halloween and Christmas; because Thanksgiving decorations were completely absent.
When I dig through our 23 years of assorted holiday decorations I realize the pattern holds. We have boxes of Halloween items: though most of those have seen their better days! A decent collection of Christmas things (although, Halloween STILL out ranks it, if you don’t count Christmas ornaments!) and a measly assortment of old paper crafts our son did years ago for Thanksgiving. Oh, and 3 colored corn cobs strung together with a bit of silk ribbon.
It’s really pretty ribbon, does that count?
This is pathetic. And I tell myself this every year. I say, “SELF. You love Thanksgiving. It’s not just a day, it’s a SEASON!” And I promise myself that I will decorate. Make seasonal bunting for the porch. Scatter some gourds and leaves about. Think nice thought and write thankfulness notes up on the Note board in the Kitchen.
I’d like to blame the stores for this. Lord knows, I don’t merchandise Mireio for Thanksgiving. It’s hard to think autumn leaves and earthy tones when the glitz and glitter of December is. just. so. close.
But, that’s not exactly taking responsibility for my actions. It’s not as if decor is all that important. But I’m convinced that creating an environment where Thanksgiving is a season (not just a landing spot between Halloween and Christmas) I’m creating room in my heart to be more thankful as well — pillows and bunting are pretty, but they also serve as a visual reminder to be thankful for all the blessings in my life.
It’s a thought. So, I’m using pinterest to get inspired. I’m going to work on being Thankful on the inside and the OUTSIDE. How about you? Do you have any special decorating ideas for this Season of Thanksgiving?
It’s been quiet around here lately. Remember that post about peonies? I ended up with terribly inflamed lungs from all the exposure to a bleach based cleaner that day — it’s taken weeks to recover. I’m finally feeling better: just in time for a beautiful heat wave (a string of 70+ days = a heatwave on the coast) and a church free weekend. I’ve cleared my “work” calendar and the weekend feels so promising.
Of course, it’s Friday — the weekend always feels promising on a Friday, yes? My plan is clean the house today. Don’t worry, I’m sticking to vinegar, hot water, and lemon juice. But after that? It’s wide open! I love that feeling.
My list of things I could do is huge, HUGE I tell you. And I’m trying to remind myself that it is a list of potential, not a “to-do” list. Pay attention, self! IZ and I still haven’t done anything official for our anniversary (do!). I’m keenly aware that Mireio could use some attention (do!). This weather is too glorious to spend the weekend inside. (do!!!).
But then I remember that I’ve spent nearly 3 weeks very sick and consequently, I’m way behind on the “get this house painted by September or else” list. I *think* my lungs are clear enough that I could risk painting? And those water-colored walls above are certainly inspirational.
That’s actually wall-paper. And trust me, if our walls weren’t so highly textured (why did I ever think Lathe and Plaster was “romantic”?) I’d be considering this for so many reasons. It’s absolutely stunning. A watercolored wall– gives new meaning to painting your walls, eh?
So, my list: there’s more. I won’t bore you. I’m going to hang onto this feeling of hope for as long as I can. And, if you’re lucky, I’ll post a recipe for the BEST BROWNIES you’ve ever had later in the weekend.
In the meantime, tell me what’s on your “Hopeful List” this weekend.
So, the Best Brownies disappeared before I could get a decent photograph. Good thing IZ made some more!
I’m not sure about longer nails, but everything else is certainly right with this print! On Sunday IZ and I celebrate 23 years of wedded bliss. Ooh. La. La. If ever there was an occasion for bright red nails, I think an anniversary is it! Not sure exactly what we’ll be up to (is it really a naughty thought if you’re thinking about the man you married?!) and we may even delay (or extend?!) celebrating because our big day also happens to be Father’s Day.
Somehow, all those years ago, we didn’t realize we were planning a wedding for Father’s Day Weekend. This was before the internet and pinterest weddings. We chose a date months in advance and thought we were in clear when the day wasn’t anyone else’s birthday or anniversary (IZ is the baby of 8!). The holiday didn’t even dawn on us! Trust me. Father’s Day is a lot of things, but romantic? Not really.
So, every few years we share our anniversary with the holiday. And when that happens, we tend to postpone festivities to later in the month. Considering I’m swamped at church on Sunday, I’d say it’s a fair bet we won’t be celebrating on Sunday.
But I have bottle of vermillion nail laquer and I know how to use it. Just in case.
Friday’s Pin: Painterly. On A Passion for Flowers
The painting in the background has me dreaming. And wishing I had the time to sneak off into my studio to play with some dye.
I did order silk for my Sunday School Class. We’re doing a project for Mother’s Day (shhh… it’s a secret!) and if there are any left-overs, I might just have to find the time to get creative. I’ll keep you posted!
Beautiful. . . photography by Maria Gvedashvili. (note: the site will load with music, so mute your speakers. But the images are amazing!)
It’s been ages since I took photos of a baby. My “baby” is 16 and taking photos of him typically requires negotiation and pleading on my part. And then we have that awkward dance where I try to get him to smile and he refuses and then I recommit to stalking him when he’s not looking, because that’s probably the only way I’m getting the shot I want. In the world of social media and a life lived online, my child is quick to duck the camera. Like his mother.
But, the opportunity to take pictures of tiny ones, little ones, is in my near future. I’m now an Auntie with a camera. And I desperately need to brush up on my skills. Babies are easier to photograph than surly teens, but only by a smidgen. Plus, it doesn’t hurt to have ideas ahead of time. So, of course, I’m digging around Pinterest for ideas.
I’ll confess, I’m not a huge fan of the classic studio work for children’s photos. Babies and toddlers (or adults for that matter) don’t sit around in front of blue canvas backdrops, so why we insist on photographing them like that is beyond me. Fortunately, though traditional studio photographers are still abundant if that’s your thing, the trend has shifted. People are taking a more candid approach to photographing children, even if those photographs are still shot in a studio. (as the above photo most certainly was)
But, but, you say: Sears and the local photographer are so inexpensive. True. But so is grabbing your camera, heading outside on a nice day (overcast is best!) and telling the kids, “Hey, let’s play!” Or asking a friend who is handy with a camera. Or talking to a local photographer and giving them examples of what you’re looking for. Most people who take photos of children professionally (unless it’s in the mall!) are artists themselves and would probably welcome the chance to use that particular muscle!
Here’s the thing: while I’m not a fan of the classic studio posed photo (we don’t have any of those of our child!) I understand some people love them. What I’m advocating for the future, is that you capture a MOMENT in time. What makes a great photo worth keeping is the memory it evokes. The story attached to it. And this is what the studio photo lacks, at least for me. I didn’t want to remember wrestling a fussy toddler into formal wear and coaxing him to sit up and smile while some stranger cooed and dangled stuffed toys in front of him to keep his attention.
I wanted to remember the dirty hands from making mud pies. A cheesy grin and a messy ice cream cone. The sheer delight and laughter after sliding down the big slide. Running through sprinklers. Holding hands. Blowing bubbles. Laughing. Laughing. Laughing.
My bias is showing, but I’m convinced the moments of life worth keeping cannot be found in front of a blue canvas backdrop.
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