It’s that day in November. That day in November when rain turns to snow. Snow soup. Puffer coat in snow soup — that’s me. It’s that day and it ain’t cute.
The begining of snow also means it is the end of spray paint season. It’ll be a good four or five months until temps are high enough to spray paint outdoors (it won’t dry otherwise). With this in mind, this past weekend, I spray painted everything I own. Some of it pink, but most of it gold. Because I’m classy like that.
I went a bit crazy for eucalyptus this summer. The plan was to let it dry then blend it into a Christmas tree come December, but apparently dried eucalyptus is highly flammable so I’ll have to settle for a few fountanus (that’s I real word I decided) bunches around the house.
Then the gourds were jealous. They were all, We are warty and bald, give us some bling!
So they got it.
Then I went to Ikea and nearly lost my damn mind. Somewhere near the exit they had cheapo baby Christmas trees and that calmed me down enough to make it through check-out. Phew! The tree is too small to decorate but the pot is fair game. And really, can you think of anything that cannot be improved upon with the addition of gold stripes?
I think not.