Labor Day has come and gone, and not only does that signify the end of summer, it kicks off my favorite time of year: Holiday Decor Season!
It is ON, people. It may be nearly 2 months til Halloween, but my pumpkins are ripe for a’pickin. Or a’harvestin. Or whatever.
Seriously, I am in full-on GEEK OUT mode. It all started with an innocent trip to Yankee Candle. I figured I’d pick out a few new tarts for the ole warmer (P.S. All tarts and votives are $1 through Sunday, great deal!) to get the house smelling all warm and spicy. Now that it’s finally below 100 and we haven’t seen the sun in a week, a little Spiced Orange Leafy Pumpkin or Warm Halloween Harvest Apple Cider wafting through the house was just what the doctor ordered.
I loaded up on every Harvest Spicy Pumpkin Autumn Pie fragrance the store had, and from there, it was all down hill. As the house was filling with the smell of pies baking (I guess that’s what it smells like, I don’t bake pies), my mind started racing: As long as I have these new yummy Autumn Cinnamon Stick Pumpkin Spice Halloween votives, I might as well get out my ghost candle holder to put one in. And as long as I’m digging around in the holiday bins, I should just go ahead and find that cute scarecrow for the living room. And since I’ll be getting the stuff out, I might as well hang that berry-covered “Welcome” pumpkin made of twine and sticks on the door. And if Declan wants to go ahead and wear this orange tshirt with the ghost on it, that would be ok with me…
So by the end of the day, Halloween had arrived.
Of course, the next day a trip to Target made things way worse. I just had to swing through the holiday section (soon to take the place of the back-to-school section, since school has been in session for, oh, 2 weeks now), and that little jaunt meant coming home with a “craft pumpkin,” stick-on pumpkin faces, a haunted house candle holder and other boo-tiful accouterments for the house.
Declan and I also busted out some pumpkin muffin mix and made mini muffin doughnuts that had the house smelling delish (well, it was either the muffins or the 45 different pumpkin scents coming out of the candles, tart warmer and room fresheners).
Seriously, it is Sept. 8. I’m out of control. Baking? Already?
I don’t feel bad, though. Getting all overzealous and tacky with holiday crap is one of the best things about being a parent, at least for me. I love holidays, always have. I love Easter baskets and fireworks and cornucopias and don’t even get me started on Christmas stuff. Since Declan was born, my love of holidays has ramped up every year, and now we have reached the magic age range where all holidays are AWESOME for kids. I figure, if I’m lucky, I get from 3 to 9 before that magic starts to fade some and coolness kicks in with the tween hormone surges. I know the holidays will always be special and fun, but the real mystique and excitement of ghosts and Santa and the Easter Bunny is pretty limited. So I am going to make the most of it while I can.