I decorate for a living. This is a delight or a curse depending on the month.

A delight in October, March, and the rest of the year actually, when I think about it, but a nightmare in November and December. The American public falls into 2 catagories when it comes to Christmas decorating. The first catagory of people are those that would have Christmas all year long and feel November is almost too late and why bother? The second catagory are the stubborn people who refuse to decorate until after Thanksgiving. These people are the hardest to please and love Thanksgiving. Because I decorate for a living I pretend to be in the first catagory but I am a closet second catagory! I love Thanksgiving. I was born in November and my mother brought me home on Thanksgiving day. My dad was stationed in Korea with the navy (Yes, I am that old!), so I went home to my Grandparent’s house for a nice turkey dinner… Well, maybe not turkey but I have always was treated to a wonderful birthday party filled with turkey, stuffing, potatoes an

d pie. The love affair with turkey began.

As a kid it was tough to have a birthday on Thanksgiving weekend. Everyone was busy. It seemed to me that none of my friends were available for birthday parties due to travel or family or something else. My mother got desperate on birthday parties trying to woo my friends to destination parties way before it was fashionable. Most parties were in the backyard with a Betty Crocker cake, pinata and kool-aid. (Yes, I am that old!!) Anyways, she devised a plan to go to an alligator farm in Buena Park for birthday. Most people would chose Knott’s Berry Farm but not my mom. She was and is an original! I got the friends to go. They wished they hadn’t! It was a disaster. The Alligator Farm was run down and stinky. The alligators looked like they were ready to become shoes and purses. Mom baked me an Angel Food Cake and covered it with gumdrops. It slid off the cakeplate. Fun was not had by one and all. We went back to the traditional candle in the pumpkin pie and turkey. Always turkey.

I bought my first vintage turkey at the Salvation Army Thrift Store about 20 years ago. It was a painted wax candle turkey from Japan circa the 1950’s. I paid a dollar. I was with my mom the antique’s dealer who was telling me that vintage turkeys can be collectible, if they are old enough. Of course, she also was telling me the one I had just purchased was NOT that collectible and was sold in dime store everywhere for about a quarter. I had bought it as a candle for my birthday pie. I was going to light the turkey candle with a match. I was enchanted with the idea of a Birthday Turkey Candle!! She was horrified. I did not light the turkey candle, instead I bought 32 more turkeys to keep it company.

As all collectors will tell you, it was an accidental collection. I bought the second turkey soon after the first. At this point I am having fun just buying junky turkeys at thrift stores and amusing myself. It got serious when my mother(of, course!) bought me a real antique turkey that Martha Stewart would be proud to own. This was a birthday present. We do not give normal presents in my family. No perfume, no sweaters, no bestsellers. Turkeys. It is beautiful and handpainted from Germany with wire feet. Alas, it is not a vintage German Turkey candy container the holy grail of turkeys but it was pretty damn good!! She raised the level of my collection from fun and funky to now I am a Collector of Turkeys. I have German Turkeys, lots of candle turkeys of all sizes, Turkey planters, ceramic turkeys and turkey salt and pepper shakers. Too many turkey salt and pepper shakers!! They all make me smile when they come out of the box. I don’t know if our founding fathers would recognize my turkeys but I love them. So, before I can decorate for Christmas in my home I have to celebrate Thanksgiving with my wonderful family and my turkeys  are on display I have only one last thought: Happy Thanksgiving and Happy Birthday to me and pass the birthday pie!! (Don’t forget the candle)

I have been collecting costume jewelry as long as I can remember. What’s not to love about sparkly, shiny, silvery pins, earrings, necklaces, rings and bracelets? For me, popping a piece of jewelry on a sweater or shirt is prozac. My mood lifts, I remember where I scored the jewel. I have to say that I enjoy the comments from friends, family and strangers. I revel in telling the story on how snagged such a deal either at a thrift store or a garage sale.But, my first spider pin really was a gift from my mom. She bought it for me at the Del Mar Antique Show many years ago, when it was possible to afford to buy something there. Now, the show is a traveling museum. I am sure someone buys from it but not me. Why I fell in love with this little set, I really don’t know. I am sure it had something to do about the fly being attached to the spider. The earrings are very uncomfortable. (screwbacks) The brooch is not in good condition either.  Love is love, who can say why.

Why? Heck if I know. Is it because Charlotte’s Web is my favorite children’s book? Possibly. I always had an affinity for Charlotte. She really was the ultimate people pleaser writing words in her web to save Wilbur’s life (pig). She sapped all her energy trying to help others and she was pregnant to boot!! I can relate to that. I have a hard time saying no too. My niece’s name is Charlotte, that pleases me. She  loves all things vintage too. That really pleases me.

I live in San Diego. There are times of the year that we have large red grove spiders that live in our garden. They make the most beautiful webs. They start weaving them in the early evening, I guess to catch a dinner of night dwelling moths, gnats, and flies. We eat dinner outside watching spiders making webs and hummingbirds at the bird feeder. Really it is better than television. But, my favorite time is early morning to view the webs when they are heavy with dew, nature’s jewels glistening in the morning sun. On the other hand, it is nasty when I walk into a web on the way to getting the newspaper!

I love to read murder mysteries too. Spiders are spooky. They have written and referenced throughout literature. No, that’s not it either. I really believe that I collect vintage spiders because of my love of Halloween. I wear all my spiders in October. No, not at one time!! Well sometimes more than one at a time. I wear them on my sweaters,shirts (on the front and on the back), on my purse and my work apron. It is fun. Fun to collect and fun to wear…