The garland we bought from the Boy Scouts showed up on the porch about 10 days ago.
It is now 36 degrees and raining, of course.
Charlie and I have spent the last hour securing and sizing up the garland across the porch. We used "close enough" more than once to characterize our handiwork. And, by golly, it just has to be.
I am typing this post with my nose because I cannot feel my fingers.
Will someone please remind me NOT to buy a garland next year from an adorable 10-year-old in uniform?
What are your outdoor decorating preferences? I'd love to hear what you do, where you do it and with what (and whom).
|Believe it or not, I steamed these stupid bows, not that it made a difference.|
My fingers are too frozen to do further ribbon fluffing.
Bring on the hot toddies.