I have evaded, I have avoided, but now there is no escape. First I had to unpack my suitcase from my trip last week and do the laundry. Then I was catching up on the Quiltville mystery, the Civil War block of the week, the EQ block of the month. Then I was putting borders on a nearly completed project. Then I was making a pot roast for dinner and couldn't leave the kitchen.
Then I ran out of excuses. It's time to decorate for Christmas.
Up on the ladder I went in the garage storage closet, dragging boxes down on my head, packing them into the kitchen and piling them on the table, until I had this:
I don't know why I dread this so much every year. Putting up the tree is easier, in some ways, than the Christmas village I did last weekend before I left to visit Mom. Here's a photo, although I don't know why I bothered to take a new picture since it looks the same every year:
Compared to this, how hard is an artificial tree? Why do I cringe so at the job? Maybe it's the breakability factor. We have blown glass ornaments, which is a deadly combination when put in the hands of a perennial klutz. Or the going around and around and around to string the tinsel until you are dizzy. Or - who knows? I only am sure that I put it off until I can't any more.
All my quilt projects are caught up (except that I saw a great tessellated design done in blue and neutrals in the last quilt magazine I received, one that got me pulling blue fabrics and dreaming about it this morning - but I digress). I have leftover pot roast for dinner, I have no other tasks at hand, it's time to trim the tree.
Watch my back. I'm going in.