Today I was thinking about how cute it would be to put all of the gifts that my mom sent us in that old Radio Flyer wagon that I junked this summer. I could just picture it next to the tree. So precious.
It was outside filled with ice, so I went out and spent about ten minutes knocking the ice and dead leaves out of it. Then I dragged it into the house and put it in front of the heater so that the rest of the ice would melt.
Once the ice had melted into dirty puddles on the kitchen floor I wiped it down and placed one of the plaid blankets that I junked this fall into it. Then I methodically placed all of the gifts into the wagon.
I stepped back.
Hmmm. Looks a bit crowded. I'll just slide the tree over a bit.
Hmmm. Still looks kind of weird. I'll try it on the other side of the tree.
Hmmm. This is not working.
I took the wagon back outside and came in the house, carefully avoiding the puddles of dirty water still on the kitchen floor.
Next I went down to the very scary basement and rummaged through my collection of 472 decorative baskets and crates and found a few to bring upstairs.
Once again I placed gifts just so and stepped back.
Hmmm. Better...but not quite right.
Then inspiration! A three foot plant tier would be perfect.
I dragged it over and placed the gifts in it and stepped back.
Ahhhhh. Just right.
And it only took me one hour and a completely disgusting kitchen floor to achieve.
Eat your heart out Martha!