I realized that I haven't posted a mantel for a while. I know, I know, you've been waiting. I mean, really, what is life without knowing how I decorate my mantel?
In case you're new here, or you just don't remember, I only post my decor because my sister incessantly bugs me to do so. Every now and then, I give in to her demands. Just to pacify her. Which is really odd, because lately, she's been obsessed with figuring out everyone's "Love Language". Mine especially. Apparently, I'm rather hard to deconstruct. (no kidding)
After days and days of Love Language discussions (really, just her talking), I finally figured mine out. My sister....when she isn't talking. You know, the kind of silence you can only get when you oh, so lightly, smoother someone with a pillow.
No more Love Language speaking. M'kay? I really, really can't take it.
But I'm going to tell you something totally amazing. OK?
Do you remember Valentine's? And that The Husband bought me nectar from heaven from The Candy Porn Store?
Well, they wrap those beauties up in a lovely box. Oh, yes they do. So, me and my genius self chopped it all up and made a string, garland, strand of circles? kind of a thing. It's now preserved for all of forever.
I kindof pretend those little circles smell like chocolate. It's a sickness. Or, possibly, a Love Language. I might petition to get that one added to the list.
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