The advent season is upon us!
We’re almost halfway into our Trader Joe’s chocolate advent calendar with delicious daily treats for only ninety-nine cents. That’s less than a dollar for a chocolate countdown until Christmas. There’s nothing I don’t love about that last sentence.
Joe and I went to our first Christmas party last night, it was with some of the people I work with at UVA, and although it interfered with the Heisman Award Ceremony, there was a good time to be had by all. I made sixty cheddar bay biscuits, most of which were devoured, and the rest were inhaled by Joe and I this afternoon. I really didn’t get any work done this weekend, but I am okay with that. Over the next few days we will have a bunch of group study sessions, which will do me way more good than reading over notes on my own. I took advantage of the past few lazy days and crafted my behind off. My biggest accomplishment is the book-page wreath. It cost a grand total of three dollars (not including the cost of Elmer’s) and I kind of love it. Percy gained a few new ornaments, since my mommy mailed all of mine from home. He also is sheltering some wrapped presents under his branches, which makes him happy. He drinks .75 liters of water every day (in case you wanted to know entirely too many minute details about my Christmas tree. we don’t have a pet, okay?)
I’ve decided that I like making my own wall decorations instead of buying them. Because any old place can look like Pottery Barn, but my apartment has my handiwork all over it. My creativity, my space. It works on all levels, but especially with my budget. From what’s on the walls in our main living and kitchen area, the total cost can’t be more than fifty dollars. That’s being generous. We have a custom piece of art lovingly made by my talented cousin as a wedding gift, a weekly menu dry erase board made by yours truly, two prints I bought off the street in Paris (for dirt cheap – no lie, and it looks so great), the new wreath I just made, a Merry Christmas banner I made from craft paper, one of my bridal portraits (a comp from our photographer, because when you pay almost three grand they at least give you a free bridal shot), and a sunburst mirror I made myself. Our walls reflect us, and I love that. I also love that I can change it up and take more risks, because when things are less expensive you can play around with them and feel less obligation.
Ain’t cheap art the best?