I surprised even myself this weekend. We actually pulled out our old holiday decorations and started the transformation. I’ve been a bit of a humbug the last few years, refusing to decorate anything more than a wreath on the wall or unadorned natural garland around a Pottery Barn candelabra-come-Advent-center-piece. But seeing as how I didn’t have to work Black Friday and it was actually snowing, I gave into the childhood memories and wishes like it was comfort food. Out came strands of sparkly goodness and twinkly white lights that intuitively give you good feelings. I forgot that the last time I decorated a tree (in 2003) I chose quite obnoxious colors, but there is still a part of me that will forever love purple and blue! Although our ode to the holiday season is meager in comparison to most, I think the pendulum is finding its way back to the middle.