Everyone I know shares the same meme in the tenth month of the year: a beautiful scene of fall leaves with the Anne of Green Gables quote, āIām so glad I live in a world where there are Octobers.ā
And as much as I agree with the sentiment and think October is beautiful, at least in my neck of the woods where we do experience a true change of seasons, I otherwise hate October. (Donāt gasp, Iāll elaborate in a moment).
So today, on the first day of November, Iām facing a bit of a conundrum.
Christmas is my favorite. Twinkly lights are my favorite. But it is not yet Thanksgiving. And decorating for Christmas and removing all the orange and brown accents from my home feels wrong this early.
But I think Iāve found the answer.
Iām going to put up my Christmas tree and add Thanksgiving dĆ©cor.
Since I typically have no less than four trees decorated for Christmas, as well as wreaths and tchotchkes all over the house, this isnāt an extreme solution, and just thinking about it has me excited for the coming holidays.
Technically, it doesnāt fit into my current goals of buying only what I need, ridding of what I already own that is no longer useful, and moving toward minimalism.
But look at this pumpkin pie ornament and tell me this isnāt a good idea.
Weāve always waited until the day after Thanksgiving to decorate for Christmas. If you celebrate, when do you decorate?
*Why do I hate October? This one in particular has been filled with illness and loss, but I just generally dislike the month. My husband is a football coach and I am a sports writer, and by October, we are worn out. I pick up both kids every day until football is over, and the trip to get just one child kills an hour of my day. My household projects, which had been progressing in late summer, are once again chaos. My kids love Halloween but it always coincides with either games or deadlines and as a homebody, trick-or-treating stresses me out. I guess I feel about October as most feel about February; itās when I most notice the loss of summer and freedom and the thrill of a new school year has worn off.