I officially declare cotton to be the Christmas decoration of the season.

Yes, cotton. Ripe (ripe?) on the vine (stick?).

I saw a beautiful, festive cotton garland at Terrain and fell in love.

Maybe it’s the Georgian in me. And maybe it’s the access I, a Georgian, have to cotton which circumvents the need to pay $48 for a strand of it.

I do declare, ya’ll. I do declare.