The design blogosphere has been seized by Christmas spirit. Bloggers are hanging their hand-knit merino stockings by their painted brick chimneys with ever so much care (in the hopes that Todd Oldham soon will be there?).
I like Christmas too. But when Christmas decor succumbs to design trends, I want to vomit — just a little bit. Pink Christmas trees? Ombre decorations? Random bowls of matching ornaments? Not my style.
Decorating the Christmas tree is one of my favorite childhood memories. Unwrapping all the old ornaments after their year-long exile in the closet was like a having family reunion (the good kind with no drunk uncles and no fistfights). I picked out a special place for my favorites, pointy orbs with worn glitter and geometric designs. My mom didn’t worry about me breaking anything. She didn’t instruct me on a color scheme. And she didn’t cringe when I applied the tinsel with a very heavy hand.
Christmas shouldn’t be all matchy matchy. And in my house it can’t be. The ornaments have been collected over the course of many years. Most were gifts. Many are really weird. Case in point: Here’s Santa riding a frog. And below that, Santa re-imagined as a cupcake.
We don’t own a tree topper, so I improvised. That’s another bizarro Santa ornament. This time he’s wearing angel wings and holding a bouquet of miniature Christmas trees — incontrovertible proof that ornament designers do drugs, lots of them.
There’s a Santa theme happening here, but in real life my ornaments don’t really match. If I wanted to make my tree, say, silver, I’d have to go to Target and buy a boatload of silver ornaments. And then, after Christmas, I’d have to find a place in this tiny apartment to squirrel them away. Where is the goddamn joy in that?
So this Christmas, let’s all relax. Put up some decorations from your childhood. Even if they clash. Embrace the kitsch.