I’ve said it countless times: I love autumn. BUT EXCUSE ME BECAUSE I AM ABOUT TO COMPLETELY LOSE MY SHIT BECAUSE IT’S ALMOST CHRISTMAS AND I CAN’T STOP PLANNING CHRISTMAS CRAFTS AND ORNAMENTS THAT I’M GOING TO MAKE AND CHRISTMAS TREE THEMES AND MY MIND IS A NON-STOP SLIDESHOW OF CHRISTMAS TREE FARM PHOTOS, ANTIQUE CHRISTMAS CARDS, IMAGES OF GARLAND STRUNG UP JUST SO, AND I AM JUST LOSING MY MIND OVER HERE BECAUSE I DOVE IN TO CHRISTMAS WHEN I SHOULD HAVE WAITED JUST A LITTLE BIT LONGER. BUT EVERY SINGLE YEAR, I START EARLIER AND EARLIER, AND I THINK I’M JUST ABOUT TO GET STARTED BECAUSE OF HEART PALPITATIONS.
I MADE A LIST YESTERDAY OF CHRISTMASSY CREATIONS THAT I’M GOING TO MAKE, AND THEN JUST NOW I WENT TO PINTEREST, AND BECAUSE OF ALL THE INTERNET COOKIES, OR MAYBE CHANCE, OR PINTEREST’S ALGORITHM, OR BECAUSE OF SOME GODLY FORCE, EVERYTHING ON MY FEED WAS CHRISTMAS AND THAT IS WHAT SPARKED THIS VERY EMOTIONAL POST.
I spent the last several days nose deep in Anthropologie’s Christmas preview, and it has wrecked me. “Where are you, Christmas? Why can’t I find you?” Oh, because it’s still over two months away? That makes sense.
I just realized that I didn’t even mention Christmas baking, and I haven’t even started researching recipes, so now I want to scream about that. BUT I WON’T.