We recently moved into our dream home. Lots of space, older home with classic finishes, big yard. And empty spaces that need decorating.
Scrolling through home decor magazines and Pinterest boards is super fun, and I made some big plans for a lot of our spaces, ESPECIALLY with the holiday season heading our way.
I was at HomeGoods NOT looking for Halloween decorations, but I saw them, and know what I took home? Nothing elegant. Nothing classic. Nothing grown up.
I brought home pillows with a witch smushed into them. Others with rainbow ghosts. A goofy pumpkin. A cute-ish black cat in a witch hat. A paper garland.
Nothing that scratched that “beautifully elegant” itch I have in my soul.
Because of my children.
And not in a sassy #becausekids kind of way. But in a “they are only little for so long” kind of way.
I rushed home to cut off tags and put out decorations, (yes in September. 2021 is kicking my a$$ and I needed a happy okurr?). My kids’ faces LIT UP and immediately noticed the new items. They laughed at the witch pillows. They all tired to recreate their own version of the garland. They immediately found the decorations they made themselves in previous years that I cannot throw away and instead display proudly in our home. They found the Halloween books we collect and read every year. Their eyes glittered with excitement!
This is what it is all about. This reaction. This moment when even my 9 year old is excited for a holiday. Keeping that spark alive is my priority.
So for now, I am embracing the tacky, the handprinted, the kind of broken, the heavily loved, the childish and silly. Because this is such a short time, and it is sacred.