I was having holiday flashbacks yesterday as I drove up the driveway and looked at the wreaths on our second story window. I found this excerpt from my journal that tells it all.......
December 10, 2003
Always during the event of yet another comical event exuding from our home I get a visual of all the neighbors looking out at us, shaking their heads perhaps, maybe rolling their eyes or just letting out a loud "hardy har har" while yelling for the relative closest to them to "come look! The Torms are at it again!"
Like today. I was decorating for Christmas and had this bright idea that the wreath would look lovely on the front door. Only, it doesn't fit real well there...the screen door doesn't want to shut correctly if it's hung there. Pretty, but not really practical. There's the side door, but not so many people see it there, and what's the good of that?
Never let it be said that I'm not full of bright ideas. Upon wandering around the outer circle of our home I decided (light bulb moment) that it would we perfect if hung on the window above our front porch, easily enough accessible from my nook window.
Or not so easy.
The window is actually a bit tough to get to, being that there are carts full of product and paper, and on top of these my avalanches of product and paper. But I'm not called a stubborn Finn for nothing - I managed to move things just a bit, prop myself on a stool and crack that window just enough to shimmy the wreath up and over. Whew.
The problems began when I couldn't actually close the window for the hook hanging over the top of it. Another bright idea came to be, and I decided that this wreath should also hang by ribbon like the ones on the other two windows. Out with the hook! I pulled the wreath back in and tied a ribbon to it. I managed to get it back out the window once more...and I let go. And it went. Right out the window and onto our porch roof. I may have said some words that weren't very Christmasy. Did I mention it was also raining out? By now I was getting into the comical side of the situation a bit and I chuckled to myself and went onto the next step. Out to the garage to get a big shoving stick.
And back to my nook I trudged. Wreath shoving pole in hand.
I took a deep breath, leaned over my avalanches and carts and opened that window from the bottom so that I could stick that pole out and perhaps shove that wreath so it would fall onto the ground below. I'm starting to notice blinds and curtains discreetly moving in the neighboring houses by now. They are onto me. I don't care. I got that window open and not a half second later my avalanches (never underestimate the avalanches) went *whip whip whip* out that window! Patterned paper on the run! By now my eyes are watering from the hilarity of it all - and I'm having to pause for a moment with my legs tightly crossed to prevent adding further incidents to the day. I quickly gathered my wits and finished the job I started by shoving that wreath to the ground before slamming the window shut.
The front of our home was now littered with patterned paper and an oddly shaped wreath. The paper went straight to the trash...and the wreath, it's hanging on our side door. It's really the best place for the misshapen thing.
And I've never hung a wreath out that window again......