Because mo' festive is mo' betta

Some things are tacky. Some things are just awful and should never be made, let alone lovingly handcrafted when maybe someone should maybe be working on a research proposal instead. But sometimes, tacky can transcend. Sometimes, sometimes, in the context of a holiday that is full of childhood memories and decades-worth of decorations that have run the gamut from tasteful to grotesque, we find that, given time and perspective, the tasteful is actually grotesque and the grotesque has become fun and kitschy. Or something.

This is all, of course, just ridiculous narrative attempting to elevate my blog entry from, "Look what I made!!" to something with some sort of societal effect. At least on the ever-important home decor front. But I'm failing. So, "Hey! Look what I made!"



Previously, I had been among the ranks of those who would rally against the existence of crocheted tissue box covers. But, because of the fabulous Gingerbread House Tissue Box Cover, I have been rehabilitated! I love this freakin' thing beyond all reason. It makes me happy. It is festive and cute and, really, these can only be good things.

I'm sure there's a way this could bring about world peace.