I almost left the tree bare for another day or three in my procrastination of putting on the lights, but I decided to bite the bullet rather than gnaw on the electrical cord any longer. Fortunately, this year I had 2 boxes of garland lights and that made the lighting go much faster. I just had to fill in the bare spots with regular lights. (Poo, lights! You're just regular strands. I spit on you!) I didn't bother with creating any
OK. I know that all of you come to my blog for home decorating ideas, so here is another installment for your crafting pleasure. (/sarcasm)
I don't like paying full price for stuff unless it's something I'm going to use regularly. Christmas decor does not fall into the "regularly" category.
7.5ft tree= free (on freecycle.org)
Bows= $1, day after Christmas
Garland lights= $5, day after Christmas
Tree skirt= $10, day after Christmas
Glass ornaments= $2.50-3.50, day after Christmas
Ceramic ornaments= free (on freecycle.org)
100yds wired holiday Ribbon= $2, day after Christmas
16" wreath= $1.50, day after Christmas
Brass and crystal Hurricane= $5, day after Christmas
Small glass ornaments= price forgotten (bought 7+ years ago)
Candle= 25¢ at D.I. thrift store
Bows and glass ornaments= leftover from tree
Plastic Glittered Snowflakes= $1, day after Christmas
Pure-bred yappy Cairn Terrier= free (on freecycle.org)
Dog costume= $3.50, day after Christmas
Annoying the dog= PRICELESS
You may have noticed a pattern in my spending. Avoid the mistake I made the first year I shopped the day after the holy celebration; I came home with a couple hundred dollars worth of "50% off" Christmas stuff and completely fried my husband's "trying to understand women" circuit board. I ended up returning more than half my stash a few hours later. No sale saves you money if you're buying things you don't need or really really want.
Be warned: Shopping the day after Christmas bears a little resemblance to Black Friday, the main difference being that the crowds are comprised mostly of estrogen. Don't let the excuse-me's, pardon's, and oh-you-first's throw you into a false sense of safety. They may be smiling as they jam their carts up and down aisles, but the desperate crazed look in those women's eyes clearly flash "don't even THINK about grabbing that last lighted holly garland!" The whole thing feels like a polite, yet manic, Enrichment night.
Last year, I stepped away from my cart and when I turned back to it, I realized someone had taken the last of a particular wired ribbon out of my cart. Gone. Along with that person's integrity. You bet I'll be back this year though, perhaps, with Sarah's pitbull in tow.
See you in the seasonal aisles on the 26th! And keep your hands off my cart!