Then December hits. And I transform into someone else. Christmas Deb.
This is the one time of the year I adore tchotchke's in general and Nutcrackers in particular.
It started when I was in college. I had a huge crush on Mikhail Baryshnikov. I discovered dance--as an appreciative audience member, not a performer. The Nutcracker was the first full production ballet I attended. And I was hooked. I've been in love ever since.
The collection started, not surprisingly, with my sister--who IS DEFINITELY a collector. She gave me my first one as a gift the first year I was married--and I'll let you all see where it has led.
I just counted and I have 23 full sized Nutcrackers. I have a particular affinity for historical or literary themed figures. Above you can see my Highlander, Chimney Sweep, Eskimo and Pirate. The boys gave me the Buzz Lightyear, because he was such a big part of their--all of our--lives.
Below you can check out my Sherlock Holmes, Shakespeare and my George Washington
These are Herr Drosselmeyer and the Mouse King from the ballet
You'd think that would be enough, that I'd be satisfied. But, no. I have Nutcracker Envy. My friend Marissa has a Captain Jack. Want! This year I found a gloriously tacky, golden Pharaoh that I cannot justify spending so much money on. I once saw a Henry VIII, complete with turkey leg, that I could not afford. It still haunts me.
I'm sick, I tell you. Sick. And I don't want to be cured. I enjoy the heck out of my collection for a month out of the year, and then I pack them away and go back to my nice, uncluttered existence.
How about you? Do you have a Christmas Collection? Santas? Rudolphs? Snowmen? Tell me I'm not alone in my obsession!