Cozy Tiny House Christmas

On Sunday, my day off, I did all the necessary stuff: laundry, dishes, etc but I also was outside in the cold bright and early just taking in the sunrise and snow, when I trundled to the shed for Christmas decorations.

It’s been a number of years since I put up a tree—just doesn’t seem worth it—but, yet, I continue to hang around me the orbs, glass fangles and dangles, and tape Christmas cards to the walls. I’m overwhelmed by the love each object represents that I want to remember those who have remembered me.

Thus, over SEVERAL hours I carefully went through my bin. In Chicago I had a schematic in my head where everything went, now it is new territory and I had no idea where things might go or work best. Several bigger framed pieces had to vacate a hook or nail and my nature shelf sacrificed space, so that in the end I have a cozy Tiny House ready for Christmas—complete with a poinsettia!

First, playing with my theme of blues against the far facing wall, I stretched a piece of hemp rope and hung fragile blue and white glass balls. No way for the baby to get those. At another window I did the same except here I hung more traditional/vintage-ish ornaments made of wood, straw, beads, crocheted, metal, and cardboard.

Next, I hung up the cards—so many with sentimental value, full of glitter or humble in their homemade quality.

Then I placed a number of books from my Christmas book collection around the Tiny House. Those who know me, know I love to decorate or curate the season with books—the covers or inside illustrations serving as fine art.

All the while I have the heat turned up and Christmas music playing through my computer. On a cup warmer is a nice mug of tea.

I have two sets of non-breakable nativity scenes I can put out. I had to be thoughtful of the baby—almost 2 now!—he touches EVERYTHING. So, finally, I committed to a little table of little odd guys: the penguin in a Santa hat, a troll in Santa hat, a snowman/s’more guy, Bert & Ernie also in Santa hats, a pear that when opened reveals a partridge in his underwear. A couple books featuring Santa. Plus, a wooden menagerie/nativity. All this he can touch and play with—of course, as soon as I brought him in he found a pair of scissors and grabbed at those. That’s how it goes!

Next year I hope the process goes faster, since now I have a sense of where things might go.