We went and got our tree today. I picked it out without knowing how much it was, and as usual, I managed to pick the MOST expensive tree on the lot. Without even trying. That takes skill.
This is the worst part of the Christmas tree ordeal: putting on the lights. If I ever cave and get a fake tree, it will not because it doesn’t drop needles or that it is less of a fire hazard. It will be because you can buy a PRE-LIT tree. That is extremely tempting. But it’s done now, and I didn’t pitch one fit!
The best part of the Christmas tree ordeal: the lights. I love it I love it I love it!
And I love the lights when they’re reflected in windows. In this picture, the far tree is actually a lit shrub in the neighbor’s yard across the street. The near tree is a reflection of a small, fake, PRE-LIT tree behind me in the dining room.
And because it was already out, and I love it, I had to cozy up to my tripod for a mirror shot:
oh, and finally, just in case you think that I didn’t share any tree-ness with Chad, this is the part he got to do:
I wish I was there to help decorate it, like old times. I don’t suppose you’d wait for me.? Well, I get to decorate my own tree this year–not as fun as helping you though. The tree looks great!
Now, I am wondering, do you have those giant bulb lights or are they just big in the photos?