Category: Janet's Christmas Madness.

The End of My Glittering World

The End of My Glittering World
Steve has symbolically announced the end of the holiday.  He brought the last Kirschbaum’s Christmas Tree Coffee Cake up from the freezer. This is the pastry that called his name at 6AM on the Saturday before Christmas.  I thought it was a dream:  Steve lumbering out of bed, dressing, and heading to the bakery.  He... Read more »

The Afterglow, PT. 1

The Afterglow, PT. 1
The house has returned to semi-organized. The wrapping paper is back in its Tupperware bin, and the card table wrapping station has collapsed. We are still aglow. I declare this holiday a success. Gifts were opened and appreciated.  I was forgiven for duplicitous selections and incorrect sizing. I had pre-suffered for not listening closely to... Read more »

Every Ornament Tells a Story

Steve calls my cabal of friends the Lesbian Coven of Witches.  One year I made these for my friends.  Not artistic, but heartfelt.
Christmas is a journey for me.  The Joliat family was big, and some years were lean.  Still, there was never a year when Mom didn’t have a few tricks up her sleeve to make magic.  One year she sewed a wardrobe of clothes for our Tiny Tears dolls and presented them in a trunk.  Another... Read more »
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Dwelling in Glimmering Inertia

Dwelling in Glimmering Inertia
My house is a sparkling haven. It is having a corrosive effect on my holiday efficiency.  This is fine for me, but will make for a crummy Christmas day.  I cannot bring myself to venture out on my rickety knee.  I do not wish to shop.  I want to sit, sip wine, listen to Christmas... Read more »

The Christmas Angel is here for You- DAY 1 Tips

The Christmas Angel is here for You- DAY 1 Tips
I officially declare myself to be a Christmas addict.  I have my main tree up and am embarking upon the glitter infusion of my mundane world.  I am here for you. I have my staging tubs out, and I want to make sure you have the essential tools needed to transform your home.  Get these... Read more »

Projects and Solitude-part 1.

Projects and Solitude-part 1.
Last year Steve went South to Florida after a stint at White Sox Fantasy Camp.  This year, his fantasy was to get into the sun without having to chase fly balls.  He has been in Florida for a week.  I am not sure if this makes me the best wife or the dumbest.  We are... Read more »
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How Lame am I?

How Lame am I?
I even tailor my coffee and creamer to the holiday season. During the Fall- I go to Pumpkin Spice.  For Christmas, Peppermint, Mocha mint, – any brand that features a festive image jumps into my cart.  Now that I am in the Winter doldrums- my coffee follows me.  I still have egg nog creamer, though.... Read more »

Dark Days

Dark Days
I am generally a cauldron of optimism and contentment.  I have two breaches in my Pollyanna persona every year: when summer ends, and when Christmas is over. In my youth, both of these were associated to a return to school, and a loss of the free spirit I crave.  I hated school, with its rigid... Read more »

Home Stretching

Home Stretching
The holiday is coming together. Steve’s Dad,  Roger,  has ventured to the midland, forsaking the decorated palm trees of LA for Janet’s snow globe.  It is his second difficult season in a row- last year, adapting to life without Carol, and this year, freshly shaken after discovering his youngest son, and his housemate, Rick dead.... Read more »
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Phase 6: the family room,and a grateful farewell...

Pictures from lots of Past Christmases....embedded in greens with lights and silvery trees.  The mirrored back bounces the light around.  Below this is the refrigerator drawer that holds pop and water...this could be a bar if we drank more.  Maybe I'll try...
I am almost agoraphobic diring the holidays- I love to just be at home, distracted by the memories embedded in every piece of Christmas clutter.  There is peace and beauty. History. In the attic, other themes are on hiatus- what I have shared are my favorites.  Next year,with Henry toddling, perhaps the 101 Dalmations tree... Read more »