“Getting out fall decorations, putting away summer ones.”

Oh my god. This text is an iceberg of information, and it only gets me more excited for the eventual Holiday edition of this endeavor. This decoration process has only started now. Theres so many phases from here til December.

There are boxes. Nay, there are bins. Not just full of decorations, but options. The decor is not the same every year. There are so many decorations, its like sweaters on Mr. Rogers. Some get put on the back burner, but you KNOW that cream cable-knit turtle neck is coming back at some point.

Somehow, after all of the endless rustling of Rubbermaid containers and Sterilite bins, it looks great. I don’t get it. I am not referring to the sentimental Martha Stewart great, although I’m sure she could take a few cues. I’m talking about stuff that doesn’t overwhelm people and invites you into the home. It is touchable art—not some crazy-ass display of miniature menus and mason jars dipped in outdoor paint (kill me. humanity has failed) but, like, leaves. You know, FALL!? Get it? 

Think kindergarten bulletin board meets Southern Living magazine. You can’t visualize that? Whatever.