Not, not ready for Christmas. Not by a long shot. The pumpkin on the mantel is still there (this photo was taken last week), while its mate (both making their appearance on the Thanksgiving table) was turned into stew—and boy, was that good.
Perhaps I will throw some garland up eventually, but I'm not holding my breath, since, for the first time in a long time (that might be ever), I am thinking of other things: projects, life and everything else.
For the curious among you, the vessel with dried hydrangeas is actually a Victorian oil lamp base that I acquired years ago. I liked the color and pattern which is perfect for fall, and which Gotham seems encased in right now.