The same spirit which motivated me to unpack my 16 year old wedding gifts last summer has now motivated me once again. If this keeps happening, there is no telling what the future of my basement looks like.
When we were first united in wedded bliss, my parents gave us several pieces of the Department 56 New England Village series. During those same years, Checkered's mom gave us a few pieces of the Dickens Village series. Then his dad and stepmother gave us a few more pieces.
Our true delight in receiving those gifts in no way influenced our decision to carefully pack away every single one of those pieces for a time when:
~we would have room to display them properly,
~we would not have babies or toddlers who would delight in
destroying exploring each piece ,
~we would have a complete collection to display.
Once in a grand while, I would accidentally see one of those boxes and think, "Just a few more years and I'll be able to open it!" It did seem tragic that at the rate I was going, I would be ready to open the boxes and display the pieces about the same time we would need to liquedate our belongings and move into assisted living.
Enter peer pressure and perhaps an admission of my languishing basement-kept villages. Alas, I now have a small New England Village living on the landing of my stairs. The bright orange utility cord running up the wall can be, if you squint just right, a vertical power line. It's those small touches that make my decorating so very special.
We can't wait until another 16 years passes so I can unpack the Dickens Village which remains safely packed away in the basement. Just a little something to look forward to in 2025.