If I could, I would host every single holiday meal at my house. Sounds crazy, right? Add a complete basment overhaul to the normal holiday festivities and I'm certifiable. Normally, it's a dash to see who can claim the holiday hosting privelges first. This year is definitely shaping up to be different. With everyone in some sort of home project, the prized holiday ball keeps getting passed around. But we have the kids, and with kids comes the responsibilty (or a really good excuse for me) to catch the holiday ball. My husband will probably kill me when he finds out. He's the realist and I'm the dreamer. So before I break the news that we will be hosting what may be our biggest Thanksgiving yet with half the space, I'm doing what I do best, and planning it all out.
Breakout the iPad floorplan applications, every single space saving tip I've ever read, thirfty double duty furniture, and some new ideas I've had floating around in my head since September. I'm on a mission to prove that hosting Thanksgiving in a small space is possible.
Did I mention that my oven hasn't worked in over a month? I guess the first thing I should do is call the plumber.
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