When I think back on this week, perhaps I'll think about the two sketches that I did or the poem that I wrote about Jesus going to the Black Friday sales. Or maybe I'll remember creating this--what shall I call it? This doorscape:
One of my colleagues wanted to have a door decorating contest, and she went all out, even creating a small roof over her door:
Not to be outdone, one of my other colleagues got busy creating with styrofoam cups. Eventually his door looked like this:
I spent a good deal of time over the week of Thanksgiving wondering what I should do. I don't particularly want to win the contest, but I am happy creating library displays, calendars, and bulletin boards. Perhaps a door would be the same sort of thing. I thought about mermaids or something spiritual/religious.
But as I sat in my office, I thought about how much of my office space is devoted to textures, colors, and fabrics. I came up with the concept of a quilted Christmas first. I thought about doing all kinds of quilting, but time grows short.
Long ago, one of my colleagues at a different school gave me an unfinished quilt saying, "You'll know what to do with it." I'm not sure this display is what she had in mind:
I thought about a variety of techniques for the door itself, from actually quilting every word or gluing fabric scraps to approximate a quilt. The process for the letter Q took so long that I abandoned this idea:
Later, though, the idea of a wreath came to me, along with more possible ideas than I could use. I wanted to quilt something new, but in the end, I went with what was quick. I had some panels of strips in holiday colors already sewed together, and I wrapped them around a paper plate with the center cut out:
I am most proud of the bow. I know that it's a ridiculously easy thing to do, but it's one of the few bows like this that I've made.
The trees at the base of the display answer the question: "What should I do with the trees that don't light up anymore?" The lights that you see are a battery operated string of fairy lights that came separately. I love the chance to display some of my favorite ornaments.
The tree skirt was not made by me. My first Christmas in grad school my mom sent it to me; she got it at a craft show at church, and I crocheted the stockings to go along with it:
For years, I resisted decorating an office--but in later years, thinking about how much time I spend in my office, I usually have something seasonal decorating this space. Still, I've never gone as all out for Christmas as I have this year.
In my younger years, I worried about offending those of different religions--which is funny, because in my younger years, I wasn't living among anyone who didn't celebrate Christmas in some fashion. Now I'm in a much more ethnically diverse place, and I've decorated my workplace to the hilt. I've not tried to be ecumenical at all. I feel a smidge guilty.
But I am surrounded by items from my past which bring me contentment and joy--and I still don't have space at home for all of them. So let me take my joy where I can find it, and let me trust that I'm not offending anyone by my offering of a Quilted Christmas.
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