Love Me Some Garland

Y'all, I am an unashamed Nester Stalker.

I'm not kidding. She tells me how to decorate my house and I obediently do it, dragging all my friends with me. It's a sickness.

If she told me Street Art/Graffiti from the Fresh Prince Era was fashionable, I'd be in the spray paint aisle of Home Depot right this very minute.

Good thing today is show-and-tell so my garland schwag can get some bloggy love.

Previously, I was a first-degree offender of using anorexic garland. And NO ONE confronted me. Oh, the shame.

Well this year, I listened to the Nester, shopped my very own basement, and came up with this:

In case you are wondering, this lush, voluptuous beauty consists of 3 regular ol' skinny green garlands, a red (non-P.O.O.P.I.E.) berry garland, and a feather boa.

Not to mention a few strings of lights, feathers, ferns, and some other foresty-looking greenery from the basement.

I found the boa in the dress-up section at Jo-Ann's awhile back. It had been hanging out in a wreath this fall, but she was happy to join the garland gang in the name of decking my halls.

Do you know what I just love about my steroid-usin' garland?

Those 3-D curly-cues that kind of stick out and look like they might attack if you get too close.

If I was a designer with any street cred whatsoever, I would say that it gives it depth and movement and interest.

But I am more of a cookie-dough eater than anything.

Now, against my better judgment, I am going to show you my mantel.

Not like it looks great, but it does look better live(!) than in photos. The pictures don't really give any reference to the space of the room.

Whatever.

I am not a perfectionist, so why start now.

I know the edges of my garland are a little bit sickly and weak, but they've had some ugly interaction with small children, so they will wait till next year to pack on the pounds.

Lastly, here is my new (old) Christmas tree.

Do not even ask.