I couldn’t bring myself to take down all the Christmas decorations. A transition phase was needed. And so what if it’s half-way to Easter? Listen, we deserve some sparkle. That buttmunch groundhog promised six more weeks of winter and I’ll be damned if I am supposed to spend it in darkness. I need light. I need sunshine. I need delicious things to eat with my eyeballs.
I need disco balls.
These bugaboos had previously been hanging out in a bowl with clementines. Now they live on my old granny chandelier. They spin a little in the breeze, and in the morning the eastern light hits them so they send hundreds of little sun-beamletts shooting all over the room. It’s like eating breakfast at a prom, but it’s daytime. And Al Roker is there. So that is fun.
They will probably come down in a few months when it’s time to Easter eggs, but for now I am enjoying their company. Winter is harsh. I’ll take all the disco enlightenment I can get.