I have never met a Christmas tree I didn’t like. Every year, without fail, I proclaim whichever tree I’m looking at as “the prettiest ever.” I haven’t gotten my home trees up yet. It’s a daunting project and I need to wait until I’ve got a fair span of uninterrupted time. I’m thinking this weekend will prove to be relativelyvoid of extracurricular activities.
I was talking to my mom the other day. I don’t remember how it came up, but I mentioned that a couple of years ago I saw a purple Christmas tree which would have been perfect for my lavender office.
In the six years I’ve been at this place of employment, I haven’t gotten around to any sort of holiday decoration. Since Christmas trees are, hands down, my favorite part of the holiday, this state of affairs is pitiful.
In what can only be termed a Christmas miracle, mom ran across a purple, table-top tree. While I was wallowing on the couch at home, she marched in, handed me a purple tree and 16 silver balls and then marched out. Woo Hoo!
I added a silver ribbon, some teeny-tiny ornaments and an old scarf for the skirt. Voila! It’s the prettiest tree ever.
4 thoughts on “Never met a tree I didn’t like.”
Damn aint that a purty tree!
It sure is!
The proportions are awesome! Great looking tree!
That’s actually a really awful picture of the tree. On the assumption I can get into my office in the next couple of days, I’m going to retake it. The tree is In-Your-Face purple – all two feet of it.