My version of the Charlie Brown tree
Last evening I picked out a lovely tree at my local nursery. I had learned a lesson from last year and remembered to bring my tree stand with me to make sure the tree that I chose actually fit. Captain Husband broke two [cheap] saws last year trying to whittle the trunk of the tree down so that it would fit into the stand--we finally had to bring out the big guns--a hatchet, to make it work. (Thanks for the advice, Tim Gunn!) I'm still finding sap and pine needles in the garage from that little operation. I managed to drag the tree up the many, many flights of stairs and successfully upright it, with a few swearing sessions thrown in for good measure. After all, it's not truly Christmas until someone has hurled the f-bomb a half dozen times at an inanimate decorative object. Once that was taken care of and the tree no longer looked like the leaning tower of Pisa, I put on some holiday music and hung all of my ornaments with care. So far, the cats are being pretty good with the tree; the fact that neither of them has their front claws probably discourages the innate climbing instinct in both of them, thank goodness.
For those of you out there attempting to cross things off of your holiday shopping list in the greater DC area, Finials, the cool antique/vintage shop in Chevy Chase that I work at on weekends, is having their annual Christmas sale: 15% of the lowest ticket price and all of the fabulous costume jewelry is tax-free this weekend only. I'll be there from 12 until 5 today, so stop on by and say hello!
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