Our hallway, courtesy of Carter and his crafting.
It is festive by day but hazardous by night (think – paper cut to the face and multiple eye stabbings). I pity the poor person who tries to navigate this in the dark.
Carter has apparently taken his Christmas crafting to others houses in our neighborhood. I was told by our next door neighbors that he strung up some strands of snowflakes, ten-year-old-boy-height across their living room while there helping bake Christmas goodies. They say they love it even thought they admitted to having to duck much more than before.
Even with all the potential for clothes-lining and other possible injuries, it makes me rather happy to hear about him spreading his holiday festivities to others.