Well, this holiday season, I did something I always said I'd never do: I bought an artificial tree. Usually, my tradition is to get an inexpensive Charlie Brown-er and deck the house with natural greens I harvest from outside. I love the ritual of hanging the greens and how it makes the house smell. Plus, I like being part of such an ancient tradition. But this year, I caved. I mean, how many opportunities are there to buy a Christmas tree made entirely of pink feathers? Tommy and I thought it looked great with our purple and green Christmas tree balls and his Homer Simpson ornament. Later this week, we're gonna build a gingerbread house, which I think might complement the cotton-candy look of the tree quite nicely.
Here's a shot of Daisy and me by the tree.
(All photos by Tommy.)
3 comments:
Wow. Just...wow. If someone had asked me in 1988 "Who amongst you is most likely to one day own a pink Christmas tree made of feathers?" I would have predicted this. Really.
Wow.
My crazy St. Louis relatives used to have one made of aluminum that turned in its stand. It had a light thing with four colored gels that turned, changing the color of the tree. I covet it to this day.
Would you believe that when I was a little tike, Renee Redd and her family had one of those too?! I thought it was amazing. Our fresh, green Christmas tree that we cut down and decorated ourselves didn't seem to measure up.
Love the tree, Twishy!!!! Let's get a close-up of it! Are you two doing anything clever like limiting gifts to each other to things that match the color-scheme/spirit of the tree? That could be fun.
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