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Here We Come a’Pinteresting!

We all have our treasured Christmas traditions. In my world, many of those traditions have changed and are still changing. Fast.

For instance, our family used to gather right after Thanksgiving, cram ourselves into a couple Winter Wonderlandvehicles, and head for the mountains. With boots crunching the hard packed snow, we spent chilly hours choosing the perfect tree for each household, roping them to the tops of the SUVs. Then, with our breaths icy puffs, we waited while my mom poured steaming hot chocolate from an oversized thermos, passing us each a mug to warm our hands and our tummies.

Back home at the folk’s, she warmed up a big pot of beef burger soup which we downed with grilled cheese sandwiches. A nice change from the turkey overload. Then, time for the tree trimming to begin.

Eventually, the tree-cutting custom became too much for my aging parents. A store-bought, fake tree did the honors for the next several seasons. A tradition lost. And missed. Ah…nostalgia knocks.

Fast-forward ten or so years. One parent passed away and we keep Christmas much differently now. My daughter is married with a family of her own. It’s good to have little ones excited about decorating the tree again. Or maybe it’s more accurate to say, “…excited about pulling ornaments off the tree.”

Gift cards for iTunes, Blue Ray DVDs, or the latest technological gadgets have replaced the shirt and tie as popular presents. It really is a new day.

Ornaments on the tree.This year, there were changes for me, too. I finally dumped my dial-up for wireless. Got an iPhone. (Joined the twenty-first century.) And decided to decorate my Pinterest page for the holidays. Yep. Took valuable time away from the vacuuming, true, but I managed to find a Christmasy cover for each of my Pinterest boards. (Minus one.) It was such fun – almost as if I was stringing sparkly lights on the tree!

Too much? Probably. Overkill is my middle name. But take a look at http://pinterest.com/cathyelliott10/ (or follow me by clicking on the red Pinterest button to the right) and see what you think.

Hey, maybe I’ve just started a new tradition.


Many thanks to Foter for the great pictures.

Photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/kelloggphotography/385146642/”>Whirling Phoenix</a> / <a href=”http://foter.com”>Foter</a&gt; / <a href=”http://creativecommons.org/licenses/by-nc-nd/2.0/”>CC BY-NC-ND</a>

Photo credit: <a href=”http://www.flickr.com/photos/61493316@N00/”>Zellaby</a&gt; / <a href=”http://foter.com”>Foter</a&gt;


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Copycat Collector

 When the due date was near, our Quills of Faith Writer’s Group gave a Tea-Party-Brunch-Baby-Shower (can you say that five times fast?) for our revered writing mentor, Cindy McCormick Coloma. In lieu of games, we each brought our favorite teacup or mug to use and tell the story behind its specialness – in fifty words or less.

A fitting and clever writer exercise we’d all enjoy.

Owning a sizable collection of cups and saucers, I opened my curio cabinet to decide between various teacups. Which had the best story? What about that delicate cup of Grandma’s? Or the antique chintz charmer I bought in Alaska? I considered several, enjoying their cool smoothness in my hands, remembering how they came to be mine.


Then I realized that many of my collections started because someone I knew collected it first. The teacup bought on an Alaska trip reminded me that my sister-in-law collected chintz long before me. In fact, I recalled once buying three pretty, patterned cups and saucers for her in an antique store in Woodland, California.

The plan was to give my sis a set every Christmas for the next three years. Only, that’s not what happened. I gave her the first one as a gift, then accidentally displayed the others, adding to them on occasion, until it became a full-blown collection.

A similar thing happened when I bought my niece a pink lustre plate for Christmas. Extremely attracted to this piece, I sensed the danger of another accidental collection about to materialize. And multiply. Since there were many months to go before the holiday, I wrapped that baby in a box and hid it in my gift cupboard.

Danger alert averted.

Or so I thought. Until I found three more pink lustre plates in an antique store in La Pine, Oregon. Those pesky plates persuaded me to take them home and soon showed themselves off on my wall, whining for a fourth plate. I dug it out of the gift cupboard and added it to the arrangement. Gorgeous.

Plate that Started It All

Great. Now, I collected pink lustre, too. And was in need of a gift for my niece.

What did that say about me? Was anyone’s collection safe? Did I have to copy everybody’s coolest stuff? I hoped not. Perhaps there was another explanation.

Maybe I just shouldn’t shop so early for Christmas.


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