You know, my house has pretty much everything I want and need.
I’ve got a dining room to house my beloved family table I inherited from my grandparents.
I’ve got a large master bedroom and closet to hold my [borderline obsessive] collection of clothes and shoes.
I’ve got more closets and cabinets and storage space than I could possibly use and there are actually shelves that are completely empty.
But do you know what I don’t have?
And a mantel.
And I’ve been fine with that.
Until I started putting up my holiday decorations.
Where in the world will our SIX stockings go?
(Yes, I said six. I’m the crazy pet owner that has a stocking for each critter. Don’t judge.)
They can’t be hung by the chimney with care.
And every single wall in my house is already occupied, so that’s out of the question too.
And just seconds before I had a minor freak out and cancelled Christmas altogether, I had a stroke of genius.
My blanket ladder.
That gorgeous old ladder I found at an antique store.
The one I distressed by mistake.
The one that started out holding fuzzy blankets and transitioned to displaying handmade family quilts.
Yep, sometimes I impress myself with my ability to problem solve.
I am so happy with how it turned out.
And the fact that I was able to get six stockings in such a small space definitely qualifies as a win.
My adorable Cracker Barrel stockings get to show their sweet little faces for another year after all.
And Christmas isn’t cancelled.
Who says stockings need a mantel?
Whoever they are must not have an antique ladder.