It’s no surprise that I’m not remotely excited about the holidays this year, because, honestly, how much more crap does anyone need? I’ve been clearing the decks for months, selling off a ton of my Mid-Century Modern ceramics and glassware, donating books by the blue-IKEA-bag-full to various Little Free Libraries, eating out of my own kitchen with renewed intention (I made Julia Child’s Beef Bourguignon recipe three times, among a dozen other recipes, so that I’d have extras to freeze when I didn’t feel like cooking—and that time is now). My child is grown, and the holidays hold no appeal…
