I have a confession to make:
I didn’t decorate my house for Easter.
Or for Valentine’s Day.
Or Thanksgiving. Or Halloween.
Let me rephrase that: I didn’t decorate much. As in, I put out a themed candy dish filled with appropriately colored M&M’s, ate them all myself, then didn’t refill out of guilt. I also bought an appropriately themed runner or two for my new kitchen hutch, but that was done more with the idea of adding color.
I also put out two really tired decorations that I “discovered” while unpacking. They are molting fake moss all over the tables and are missing a few eggs; the bunny has a broken ear.
I may have thought to put something out on an end table. *checks*
That’s the extent of it. Happy Easter, y’all.
(In my defense, I did decorate for Christmas. It’s my favorite holiday. And…you can get some serious mileage out of Christmas decorations, after all.)
It’s not that I don’t own decorations. In fact, when we unpacked after moving back into our house in July, I meticulously reorganized the holiday decorations into clear bins, which I stowed in the furnace room in the basement, so they would be easy to find.
It’s more like this: I forgot.
Or I’m lazy. More like I’m disorganized.
Ineffective at following up on my good intentions to put out all those stupid little tchotchkes that are going to be one more reminder that I need to dust more often.
I’m seasonally disordered.
Worse yet, every other blog post I see has some super cute Easter craft to add to my guilt.
Pinterest mocks me with decorating ideas. I mean, I have an entire board dedicated to Easter decorations alone.
Maybe the pinning just exhausted me.
I didn’t even bother to switch out the decorative flag in our front drive, and I’m pretty sure I have an adorable little bunny flag. Somewhere.
I find my lack of enthusiasm a bit disturbing because I used to live for this shit. I decorated the heck out of my apartments and townhouse long before I ever had kids, and to be honest, I love my fireplace mantel and would like to see it spruced up seasonally. I mean, isn’t this darling?
Pastel colored balls of twine, tiny little birdhouses? *sighs* Mine wouldn’t look like this.
This is a bit more my speed, maybe.
Except that if I can’t manage to pull ceramic eggs out of a Rubbermaid bin in a timely manner, I probably won’t remember to replace the cute little bunnies with…what comes next? American flags?
Hmm. I’ll keep it open as an option. I suppose if I stuck my seasonal tchotchkes in there, I theoretically wouldn’t have to dust them.
Maybe I could just fill it with Peeps. They’re cheap, and we all know they taste better when they’ve had a chance to air dry a bit…
My daughter has repeatedly asked me when I’m going to hang something in the now-blank space in the entryway, which previously held a “let it snow” decorative sign. It hung there until March – what the heck, there WAS still snow on the ground. I don’t have anything to put there other than a decorative “Autumn” sign.
Since there are still no signs of spring yet – made apparently by the snow that is still unmelted on the hedge – that might be pushing it a bit. And as spring only lasts about two weeks here in Chicago before blasting straight into summer, it would be silly to go look for a “Spring” wall decoration.
I think I’ll just take myself on a field trip to Home Goods for some inspiration.
Some season-neutral inspiration. I need to replace that runner, anyway, or get really creative with placemats or something.
And you can see how well I’ve been doing with creative, so….