I’ve always been a sucker for it! Especially with music students (and their moms) coming in and out of my house for lessons, small group meetings, dinner parties…la la la. I’ve loved cutting the corn stalks down from the garden, and tying them together just so, being careful that the whole stack doesn’t topple over. I’ve carefully placed the hay bale, mums, and pumpkins in a forcefully haphazard fashion in my front bed.
I actually have corn stalks and pumpkins from the garden, and a hay bale in the basement, all ready to make me look good to the neighbors!
Am I depressed? Is it the economic issues, that dwarf my concerns for a “Southern-Living-esque” home? Or am I rebelling against the pressures I usually put on myself to conform to the suburban goddess image?
Is it healthy? Or just Scroogey? Am I the only one?