The year of the Doily
Last Saturday we went to cut down our tree. We found a new tree farm which was so much prettier than last years place and had a way better selection of trees. I’m loving this little family tradition we’ve started.
My favorite picture…Cora being told she couldn’t stand near the tree while daddy was cutting.
Looks like a picture perfect outing doesn’t it? I would be lying if I said that the Christmas festivities don’t start a lot of arguments and a bit of grumbling in our house. Selecting a tree, cutting down the tree (which also resulted in Justin cutting his hand), sorting through lights that don’t work…you know how it goes. Pandora is belting out “It’s the most wonderful time of the yearrrrrr!!!!” and we’re sitting in our living room arguing over where the tree should go and how it’s all crooked. Justin’s sick of hauling an itchy and prickly tree around and I’m trying to straighten the darn thing out which means turning it this way and that, putting books under the stand…tying a string to a branch. Whatever will make it not lean to the left but still it leans, and it sheds, and the lights don’t work….
But eventually we got it straight, we bought lights that worked…and it was time to begin decorating.
The girls have their own “tiny tree” but really, it’s a tiny shrub. More sustainable than buying an actual little tree…plus, we’re cheap.
For some strange reason, ’twas the year of the doilies. They kinda just seemed right and somewhat resemble a very round snowflake.