My mom loves Christmas. My mom especially loves decorating for Christmas. (My mom also reads this blog, hi Mom.) When I was a kid, our neighborhood had an annual outdoor Christmas decoration award, and my mom wanted desperately to win it. So one year, she nixed the strings of colored lights that my brother and I voted for and decided to go for classy. She went to the craft store and returned with foam circles and miles of holly garland and spool after spool of red velvet ribbon. And she spent a weekend wiring garland to foam and making her own bows and stapling and gluing and whatnot, and she made wreaths. And they looked great, and the house looked lovely and traditional and colonial and just like the houses that won that award every year. And my mom didn't win. She hung those wreaths for years, and for years she didn't win.
And then, finally, she did win. Several times, really. And lo, the heavens opened and the angels sang except by then I think she was pretty much over it. But still, vindication.
Now, my mom is very practical. She made nine wreaths for the nine windows on the front of our house. Obviously, of course, that is just what you would do. Why hang wreaths on the back of the house, which faced only trees, or the side, which faced only neighbors? But my room was at the back of the house. I had no front-facing window, and therefore, I had no wreaths. And I was bitter. I wanted one of those wreaths on my window. I watched my mom make them, watched and helped her hang them every year, and I wanted one. I asked my mom (repeatedly, I believe) why she hadn't made wreaths for my room. And she said, very logically, that my room was at the back of the house. Nobody would make wreaths for the back of the house. She was completely right, completely reasonable. I lost nothing in life by not having wreaths on my windows.
But this week, when I made wreaths for my house, I made one for Owen. His room is at the back of the house, and I have nine wreaths on the front, and one on the back. On Owen's window.
And I'm sure that one day he will ask me why the heck I bothered to make a wreath for his window and tell me it was ridiculous and want me to take it down. And I will say no. No, because it is funny the things you remember.
P.S. If you want to see the wreaths I made in all their glory (and please do not mock me, I am not crafty and am feeling a bit insecure about my wreaths), you can check them out here at Style Lush.
P.P.S. I feel I should mention, as I do sometimes blog for money at various corners of the internet, that the Style Lush gig is purely for fun. I'll always tell you guys if I'm getting paid, promise.