So that was Thanksgiving — not many people at the homestead this year, but still just as much preparation! (This combination — fewer people, lots of prep — enabled me to “live Instagram” some of my doings — thanks for joining me in that! I’m thinking of adding more tips and ways of doing over there — what do you think?)
I will say, the cleanup is easier! But we had a lot of fun. The Turkey Classic at the Abbey (football in the snow with monks and other friends!), board games, music. And of course, turkey with all the fixings. What could be better!
And then we’re on to Advent, just as I
warned promised you! Here, that also means taking down the hydrangeas that have been drying in the kitchen. Many of you ask what I do with them. Well, it’s like this.
In my (too vast) bedroom, there is a bureau from Ikea — it’s blue. And on that bureau there is a big basket that coordinates perfectly with my vintage curtains (that is, I have a basket that somehow I acquired, and it turns out that the colors go well with the curtains given to me by a lovely, quite elderly friend — curtains that at first I did not like one bit, but eventually came to love due to 1. the difficulty of otherwise finding four pairs of panels that fit my windows and 2. their funky, old-fashioned pattern and color scheme).
Years ago I put crunched-up newspaper inside the basket and stuck the giant hydrangea blossoms in there, giving them a home where I can enjoy them every morning as well as solving the decorating challenge of one (too vast) wall. Turns out that old hydrangea is the exact color of the basket and the curtains, so — decorating win.
As the year advances, the color fades, but may I suggest faded brown as a surprisingly good decorating color choice?
It all needs to be dealt with outside, so I’m grateful for an unusually warm day yesterday.
I just pack/smoosh the old hydrangeas right down into the basket. (I think next year I will have to throw some away, because this is as full as can be now!)
It’s all dry, dry, dry — no bugs or anything, so don’t worry! Any vermin — earwigs, ugh! — have all had their chance to escape along my kitchen floor over the past few months! The dry flowers have a faint and lovely scent, by the way. You only get a whiff when you put your face right into them, which you do, it turns out, while you are carrying this thing around!
Just take the new ones and stick them into the old ones. Couldn’t be easier! Remember that you only really see the front-ish of the whole shebang, so you don’t have to have the back too full. However, I always have more than enough (and there are still many blooms on the bush!).
There you go. A bit of color to wake up to!