Isn’t she a beaut?
We always trek out to a local tree farm and cut down our own Noble Fir each December. Last year it was pouring buckets of rain and I let Oregon Dad go with K-Man and K2 as his guides. Let’s just say, someone complained about that tree the whole time it was up (and that someone wasn’t me).
This year, it was raining (heh, it’s Oregon folks). Oregon Dad and I caught a brief glimmer of hope that we’d have time to make it out and back before the rain started again.
I’m decisive in some things and the most indecisive person in others. I KNEW what tree I wanted. I could see it in my mind. It had to be tall and narrow so that it’d fit in the spot between the fireplace and Oregon Dad’s GIANT Plasma (energy sucking) TV. It was the perfect spot for it, one that didn’t require any rearranging of furniture.
I found the perfect tree, that one that was burned into my mind within minutes of being on the tree farm. Oregon Dad says, “are you sure? let’s look around more.” So, he stuck our piece of cardboard (pulled from the recycling bin to protect knees from mud while sawing) on the tree and we looked around for a few more minutes. Then we went back to my original pick and had her down and loaded in a flash.
Oregon Dad has been wanting a blue and silver tree. So, I obliged and we went out to purchase new ornaments (I know, how un-ECO-friendly is that?). Look how pretty she turned out!
Oh, and in case you lost count there are SEVEN stockings on the mantel. I told Hubs that now I see why we can’t have more kids, there just isn’t room for another stocking on there! We have to find a way to sneak up Earthquakes and the kitty’s stocking!!!!
I just LOVE Christmas. I’m so looking forward to listening to all the children sing carols at church this Sunday.