Thanksgiving is in a few days and I’m officially excited for Christmas.
Around here that means higher electricity bills (hello, AC!) and less clothes. It means more sweat and more swimming. It means uglier hair and more beautiful evening walks.
Every year we long for our holidays to be “the best ever” and it’s easy to make ourselves crazy with wanting our homes and tables and gifts and trees to look like something out of Martha Stewart. (And don’t get me wrong, I love prettiness all around.)
But I refuse to pursue “pretty” at the expense of “perfect”.
Because perfect holidays don’t come looking like a magazine spread.
Perfect holidays come when there is enough time and space and energy to enjoy the ones we love.
Sometimes that comes with a gorgeous party spread laid out around a pinterest-worthy centerpiece and other times that comes with a backyard BBQ and impromptu game of cricket while dining on picnic wear.
Either way, perfect is achievable. As long as we have the right idea of perfect.
Q for you: Do you stress about having the “perfect” holidays?