I went searching for  Christmas decorations today because I have lost my Thanksgiving Pilgrims once again. They stayed on the little “Thanksgiving tree” when it took on a new crew of Christmas guys – tiny little nutcrackers and a Santa or two – and by gosh, once again, they have disappeared.

I did this after I worked in my bedroom and sitting room for about four hours – even cranking open windows and washing the outside of them. Whoa! I know. I know. I am thinking someone has cast  a spell on me.

But, back to the lost Pilgrims; I did not find them even when I went into the attic – stretching over the missing step in the ladder. I found lots of other stuff, though, including my bushel-sized craft basket with all sorts of Christmas ribbons and berries and bells and whatevers. And I toted it downstairs.

Then I showered and then I operated on the little bear I got on sale at Wal-Mart last year. He only had a few clips holding him together and , uh, he didn’t summer well. So we got strong thread and floral wire and put him back together again. This is what I like about the Christmas decorating thing – not having everything all shiny and perfect, but enjoying finding fixes and using my imagination to Christmas-tize everyday things. I’m planning on using a badminton racket I found in an old box for something. I don’t know what yet, but I’m looking forward to figuring out an unexpected twist. ‘Course, the badminton racket gave me a headstart on the unexpected part. It’s not exactly a wreath.

And speaking of wreaths, I found my Thanksgiving one from last year. It’s a grapevine one with a funky turkey in the middle.

I’m nattering so I’m going to be quiet now.