As I age, every year, I do a little less decorating for Christmas. I still enjoy doing it, but my tastes have become much more simple with time. I have slowly parted with many decorations that had been collected down through the years, and replaced them with items that make a more subtle statement, take less space to store, and less time to get out and put away. After all, who among us enjoys putting all the Christmas decorations away?
This is the total extent of the decor in my bedroom. Sweet, simple, and hardly noticeable.
This simple vignette sets on my vanity year round, where I sit every morning to curl my hair.
All that was needed to add a Christmas vibe was a few vintage ornaments collected at a flea market.
The mirror was made from a chippy, old window frame, also found at the same flea market.
The candle and ornaments are nestled in dried hydrangea flowers, that long ago lost their color.
Not your typical Christmas decor or colors, but they look so at home in my bedroom, and add to the softness of the room.
As I near retirement age, I find my soul embraces simplicity and longs for the peace that comes with it. I find that less is more, and my home and life reflect that, maybe everywhere except my gardens. In my gardens . . . more still never seems to be enough.