Tag: holiday decor

Housekeeping

A little housekeeping: I’m turning anonymous commenting back off. I think the way this comment system is set up, it’s not intuitive that you have to manually type in your name, etc. if you are not logged in on WordPress. This will force you to do that or it won’t take the comment. Sorry about that, but anonymous comments irritate me, even if they are unintentional.

A big housekeeping: We have a bit of a spider problem in my building.

And now for today’s candy: Whoppers! (Just like some of those spiders, heh.) These are malted milk balls. They have a nice crispy kind of crunch to them, unless you get a bad one. The bad ones are unexpectedly soft and chewy and a form of grossness unto themselves.

Purple Christmas

I’m feeling a little wiped out today, so here’s a Christmas tree from down the hill from me.

A Christmas tree

I love that the star is purple. That’s my favorite color.

One time, years ago, I went holiday shopping with a relative and we came upon some Christmas decorations and ornaments. They were purple and silver, and loving purple like I do. I picked up a set ornaments and my relative barked at me, “NO,” like I was a toddler in need of correction.

I looked at her and she said, “NO. Christmas isn’t purple. NO.”

I was in my 40s, long past the age of being told what to buy, yet I put the ornaments down because I didn’t want to hear her commentary. I thought I could just go back and get them later.

I didn’t though, and really, I should have. Who is anyone to tell anyone else what color their holiday decor should be? But I also knew that seeing those particular ornaments on my tree would have reminded me of her obnoxiousness, which would have defeated the purpose. I haven’t put up a tree in 10 years, but when I did, my ornaments were all secular and either belonged to my parents, were gifts from people I cherished, or were amassed over my travels, celebrations with friends, or other people, events, or things I wanted to remember. I didn’t want to remember her barking at me like that.

And yet here I am, 11 years later, being reminded of it. Well, this tree has a purple star, so Christmas can SO be purple. NYAHH!