And the winner is...Mom!

My mother was the queen of decorating for holidays. You couldn't walk into her house without realizing what holiday and/or season it was. She enjoyed going to craft fairs and rarely came home without a new holiday decoration. I've taken after her in that I too, like holiday decorations. I used to not mind getting them out and putting them around the house. Notice the words "used to". In the past few years, I've lost interest. I can remember my grandmother scaling down to things such as a tabletop Christmas tree (fake nonetheless) and thinking, "What is that about?" Now I can SO relate, and in fact have invested in my own fake tabletop tree.
What has caused this lackadaisical behavior? I'm pretty sure it's the age thing, although it didn't stop my mother. I also think it's because I no longer have children living at home. When my kids were at home, I had incentive to decorate. Our house was the gathering place for their friends, and often they'd comment on my decorations. Since then, we've moved away from their stomping grounds and they rarely come to visit. What's the point of decorating? My husband doesn't notice. We've only been here 3 years and we seldom entertain in our home.
My mother was born, raised, and died in the same city. Her house was the gathering place. It was the only house my parents ever owned. My dad still lives there. It's still somewhat the gathering place, but the decorations are gone. No, they're actually in drawers and bins in an upstairs area. It's now kind of sad to go there on a holiday, because the decorations are missing. She's been gone since 1999, but I can guarantee you that her children and grandchildren all recall the days of visiting and enjoying those decorations.
This year, I've been more vigilant in my decorating. My kids came for Christmas, so that helped. But I've also decorated for Valentine's Day and now, Easter. And since my daughter has told me that these blogspots are better with pictures, I'm going to post some, although they don't even begin to match my mom's.