Growing up in the UK , we never had a real tree. I always wanted a real one and assumed this
was something for rich folks only and that was why my parents never
let us have one. We had a shimmering
silver gauche tree that each year would make us smile but the desperation for
wanting a real tree made me long to be rich.
Many many year’s later, I realized you do not have to rich
to have a real tree and the true reason my parents never wanted one was because of
the clean up and the fact that we were somewhat raucous kids who were just a
fallen tree away from a disaster my parents could potentially come home to.
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| Some of my favorite ornaments |
Yesterday I took myself over to the tree guys in South Boston and had a wander around their lot while it
was slowly snowing and making me feel very festive. I picked what I thought was the right sized
tree for my living room only to realize I had seriously overestimated the size
of my apartment and even more seriously underestimated the size the tree.
Trying to get the tree out of the back of my car, which needs now detailing because of all the pine needles left behind, was an absolute comedy
of errors. I am 5 feet tall and my tree is about 6.5 feet . Two guys across the street were just watching
and laughing at me – not even offering to help.
I looked like a tiny lumber jack with a tree on my shoulder. Once I got it into my apartment, I just
stared and for about 30 minutes thinking… “oh dear (I did use a different word)
this will just not fit in the location I had in mind!”
Not to be defeated, I quickly went to work on setting the
tree up in the stand I bought from Target only to find the stand was missing a
much needed hole. Still not to be
defeated, I came up with a plan to hold the tree in the stand, fingers crossed
I don’t wake up one morning to it lying on my floor. It is slanting just a little. I moved furniture around and located the tree
in the corner of my apartment and slowly took the time to add lights and my
favorite ornaments, all with their own little story.
I got up this morning to a still standing tree, plugged the
lights in and enjoyed my morning coffee while staring at my very own real tree. It looks glorious, even though I may have to
move out as it as big as my apartment.
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