This month: Chaos. Capital “C”.
I can think of few things more chaotic than the holidays. Maybe a medical emergency or the cooking of a six course meal tops the holidays in terms of sheer insanity. To pay homage to this month’s photography styling challenge, I had no need to look further than my own floors.
A day or two past Christmas, I got on all fours and gathered every shred of evidence that suggested we had celebrated. It was such an abundant haul that I had to pick and choose.
A tin candle lid that Oren was using as a mallet. A broken candy cane piece that Oren ripped from the tree; a relic from early December when ornaments adorned the bottom third of the tree. Glittery things that Oren couldn’t help but pull from shelves, jars, bags.
A length of velvet ribbon. Oren found it tied around a potted plant and couldn’t help but run it over his lips to better sense its lush velvety-goodness. Pine needles. Obviously, everywhere. Still pulling them from my socks.
A sprig of pine. Who can say if Oren or George (the cat) shook this one from the tree. A pine cone that decorated a paper-cone-tree and deer forest atop a speaker.
Gift packaging: paper ribbon, assorted yarns, name tags painted by the baby (his first time with a paint brush).
A snowflake. I believe this found it’s way to the floor of my own accord (“I know exactly where I will hang this snow flake. Oh, tea water is boiling!”). Oren then most likely plucked it from it’s ledge and tucked it away. A twig from the tree.
And all of it, from my floor. The Christmas decorations are snug in their Christmas storage tub. The tree is gone. The needles from the tree are even [mostly] swept up into the bowels of our Oreck. The days are quieter as we burrow in for this Arctic blast. I dare say, I’m almost bored, and I am deeply anticipating next Christmas’ chaos.
For fun, check out everyone else’s chaos: