EUREKA!!!!

The tree is still not decorated. Hubby is out of town, the kids aren't in a hurry to hang ornaments and I've been too busy procrastinating to work on it, so there it sits, beautiful in its simplicity, but waiting for more.

In the meantime I was really starting to worry about what kind of new twist I was going to put on my holiday decor. Every year I decorate with the same type materials; heavy on the evergreen branches, grapevine, raffia and white lights. But I usually try to do something new. Last year it was the addition of great, apothecary jars filled with pine cones and berries. But this year, nothing was coming to me. I kept walking around my house, praying to the decorating Gods for help (you know, Martha Stewart, Eddie Ross, Les on Gardenweb, Charlotte Moss, even my crazy old neighbor Mrs. Dempsey. She was nuts, for sure, but man, did she have style!) ; my heroes. But no. Nope. Nothing. As in not a thing, zippo, squat! Not a single inspiration came my way from the decorating Gods. (I guess they were just too busy fluffing pillows and whipping up quiche to help The Kramer Angle Out. Hmpff.... )

So I did what I do best. I found something else to do. I procrastinated a little more. I went outside to pick up some sticks after heavy winds swept through the area. And that's when inspiration hit!!! Like a bolt of lightening, as soon as I picked up the first stick I knew, just knew, what I was going to do. I laughed at the decorating Gods! I'm "The Kramer Angle" I don't need them, I found my own inspiration!!! So, I'm excited. I think it's going to be really, uh, different, and I'm going with it.

(Okay, let's face it folks, you know as well as I do desperate times call for desperate measures. Who knows? My little "inspiration" might just suck. I think it will be cool, but we'll have to wait and see. The fact of the matter is this: I'm three days away from hosting a party for 100 people. I'm desperate. I've got to do something................)

Keep checking back for photos of the inspiration. Oh, and just as a side note. If for some reason aliens decide TONIGHT is the night they come down and kidnap me, I'm well aware people (like the F.B.I., fedora wearing, wrinkled trench coat type folks) will be in my house looking for clues. My house doesn't normally look like a wind tunnel just went through it. Please explain to the feds that sometimes inspiration just gets a little messy before it gets cleaned up....... Oh, and maybe you could offer them the iron. It's in the hall closet.