Someday when I’m a real grownup (meaning mortgage, family, mom jeans), Christmas will involve a giant tree, outdoor lights, and actually sending Christmas cards. But since I am 28, living with a roommate, and still wearing jeggings (don’t judge, they are like pajamas, but JEANS), the holidays are a little smaller.
This year Lisa and I have a Christmas plant. Admittedly, the rest of the year said plant is part of our usual plant family. But for December, it’s been promoted and adorned with knicknacks from our apartment. A small stuffed owl, an origami crane I folded up, a brooch I got from my grandma. We circled the base with lights and called it a day.
I like it because it’s simple and because it still feels like a part of our place. No muss, no fuss, no pine needle/cat fiasco.
Similarly, my good friend Amanda went the tiny, wonderful Christmas tree route. Branches in a lovely vase, decked with mini ornaments. Very Crate and Barrel (but way cheaper). I loved it, so I asked her if I could take a picture for the blog. Voila! Insta-inspiration.