The little girl in me is jumping for joy!
The little girl that is about, oh eight years old……
The little girl that is so jealous of her girlfriend across the street.
Because her Christmas tree is bigger, and they have a tree with lights outside, and a giant wreath on the door, and….
I can not remember being more jealous as a kid as when it was Christmas time. Across the street from us lived a wonderful family. A rather intimidating family for a little girl since there were a lot of them (12 children and lots of walk-ins). Just like me, my friend was the youngest of the bunch, which meant that there was always a grownup around to tease the little girl from across the street (which would be me).
That whole bunch lived in a house that might as well have been designed for Christmas. On our slooped street their house perched on a little hill, with big lawns in front of it, with giant juniper trees. It hardly could have looked more like an Austrian chalet if it had been standing in Vienna. And of course they totally rocked the Christmas thing.
The father of the house really was into Christmas so inevitably they would have the largest tree in the street. I even remember some of the lights strands he used to decorate that tree. There were light strings with multi colored little carriages and with little ornate houses. I bet they were rare and vintage even then.
Oh and of course their nativity scene was set in a cave that was big enough for me to sit in.
Now I am really not saying our house wasn’t pretty at Christmas, as I have previously stated my mom was great at making decorations and she sure built an atmosphere in our home too. But we did not have a tree with lights outside, and the tree inside usually was rather modest in size.
But most of all…..
We didn’t have a staircase with a winding garland full of lights and decorations. And they did…
We had stairs, but not a staircase and I loved staircases. Every movie I saw seemed to have a house with a staircase and the heroine would walk down that staircase with people gazing up at her. And those staircases looked so good, especially decorated for Christmas.
I dreamed of a staircase. And walking down from it (preferably looking like the pretty swan).
A staircase with a garland.
This year I finally gave our staircase a white makeover, which sealed the deal: it had to be done. I would finally – after almost 40 years of yearning – have my Christmas staircase.
The Christmas staircase garland itself is simple. I couldn’t fathom dealing with the fallout from real evergreens, so I went with a faux garland and a simple string of lights.
And then I lifted her up to the next level with little strings of stars. I used this tutorial to fold the stars and I threaded them on thin sewing thread.
And that is it.
A long forgotten childhood dream has come true.
Now I only have to find some people to stand at the bottom of the stairs and gaze lovingly up while I come striding down in an amazing gown 😉
What dreams have come true for you lately?
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