Now that the fanfare of the holidays has gusted in and blown away like a barnstorming parade, all that remains is glitter.
The mantle stripped bare of it's medals.
Santas and Belsnickles dethroned.
Tawdry decorations imprisoned in boxes....for another years sentence.
All is like a ghost town with just a few tumbleweeds blowing about.
It's as if I am starting from scratch.....
Now to rebuild.
There's no excuses . I now must dust.
Then on to primping.
It's a wonderful feeling to re-invent. A new year, a new look.
A new burlap pillow....a quick dash to the local antiques shop for a pair of petite ironstone pitchers...and out to the barn to pillage for some primitive gimcrack my husband won't miss. ....and voila!
I've decided that January is still a glittery, frosty time.....so a few sparkly decorations were allowed to linger........afterall, the pine needles will saunter about for months!