I try. I try to stay ahead of things, but inevitably I fall behind. I meant to take pictures of my home decorated for Christmas and post them weeks ago. You know. Before Christmas. Like all of the other bloggers who can manage to create a post on time.

Rebels.

And I am sure you are done with Christmas. Because…It was over a week ago. Over. Done. I have all ready packed it all away. I am sure you have, too. If you celebrate, that is. If not, then I am doubly sorry for this late post.

Selfishly, this is a lot for me. I always forget how the heck I have arranged things the year before. Now I can have it on record.

And, no, I have not all of a sudden become “on top of it.”

This is what my home looked like up until two days ago.

But let’s pretend for a moment that we did not see that. That packages have not been ripped open. That boxes and trash did not line every space upon my floor. That I didn’t find my dog humping a pile of wrapping paper and subsequently tripped over the hidden table and now have a bruise in the odd shape of a candy cane on my thigh.

These photos were taken before all of that. When I was in blissful ignorance of my houses’s demise. Of Ollie’s freaky new habbit. And my thighs were perfect.

Ha!

Okay, but we are daydreaming here, so that sentence still stands.

Here is what my home looked like not a week before. It never knew what hit it:

Is your home put back together? When do you pack everything away? Do you keep a record of how you decorated? Do you have any candy cane shaped bruises to commemorate the day? Or a dog who likes Christmas a little too much?

* P.S. I shared this on Savvy Southern Style.