It's that time of year again. That time of year that families and friends come together and a certain bliss fills the air. This year I cheated a little bit and started listening to Christmas music before Thanksgiving. I was crafting though, so I have an excuse right? I know some people don't think so, but it makes me so happy. It's not only that it's Christmas music but I love the genre! Being away from home for the first part of the Christmas season also makes me long for all of the festivities. Yesterday, my brother and I decorated the house. We went and bought peppermint white mochas, built a fire, played Christmas music, and decorated the tree. While we are both going to school away from home we are living in a brick house in a cute little neighborhood. Decorating for each season makes me feel at home. With a vintage style, hunting for old Christmas decorations to adorn my house is such an adventure. I grew up spending hours in antique stores with my parents. At the time, I would rush through looking at everything and be done in minutes and have to wait patiently for my parents. My brother and I did the usual, "hey dad, dad, dad, come look at this," then rush to the next thing, "hey mom, MOM, mom, look what I found." My parents have to be some of the most patient people I know! Now I have a true appreciation for antiques and am able to tell what is truly an antique. It's one of those things that can't just be taught to someone; it takes time to actually be able to tell a true antique from a remake. I can usually look at a ceramic figurine and tell right away of it's old. It's amazing to see how long these treasures have lasted. It makes me so sad when an antique gets broken after it has lasted so many years. To me, these antiques are true treasures.
This little guy was found at a thrift store and is now sleeping with his Christmas present on the mantel.