Speaking of priceless heirlooms and exquisite trash, it's Christmas at our house once again! Everything that bakes in the attic heat all summer is allowed a month-long recess in the living room. (Some sad news: those little candles shaped like choir kids didn't make it this year.)
The driftwood/lamp creation on the mantelpiece is a thrift store score, as is all of our furniture and, well, everything else we own.
In keeping with the traditional "no room at the inn" theme, there's no room to walk or sit down in here.
Vintage wrapping paper? You betcha, we use it, but only for our friends who really appreciate it, which is all of them...