Monday, November 27, 2006
I just finished hours of Christmas-tree decorating. Yep, finally wrestled that whole ribbon-thing into submission, and there is, I think, a solid 55 yards of ribbon on that tree. I had two spools, and didn't use all of the second one, so somewhere deep within the finished tree, there is a half a spool of ribbon fastened to a tree branch.
So now my back hurts, my shoulders hurt, and my previously-occupied-by-a-uterus-area is screaming, and I've been FULL of trepidation for days about the wisdom of investing in earth-tone Christmas-tree ornaments. I mean, seriously--chocolate/copper/gold is a good color scheme on ME, but on a Christmas tree? I had my doubts. But get it done I did, and afterward, as I lay in a heap on the floor at the base of the tree and looked up, I couldn't help think, "Ohhh, Yeahhhhhh. I like that."
Ahhhhhhhhh. DONE, I am! Well, except for figuring out what to do with the leftover ornaments, because if you think I put any on the side of the tree that's in the corner and not visible , you is delusional. I'm still impressed with myself for getting those flowers and crazy gold "sprays" on there and having it turn out looking NOT ridiculous. Here is the whole thing, and notice how the effect of the huganimous ornaments is to make this seven-and-a-half-foot tree look like a two-foot-high tabletop version. I DON'T CARE.
And yeah, I know you're not "supposed" to hang ornaments off those bottom limbs, but those were some huh-YOOGE balls (tee-hee), and I panicked. I may move them. I've already seen at least five other things I'm going to change, but I'm just too tired tonight.
So here I am, feeling like I've been beaten with a baseball bat, and like I just had abdominal surgery again, but with a smile on my face and a matching one in my heart, because now it feels like Christmas, our first one of many in this house. Between this and the bird-and-squirrel show outside my windows, it's definitely feeling like home. Now I have only to "let go" and give Alex and Bella free rein to decorate the "fun" tree in front of the living room window (If I move stuff when they're gone, you won't tell, will you?). I think I've made it abundantly clear that anyone who touches this one, does so on pain of death.
Here's one shot, without the flash, looking down through the limbs toward the floor. Click any of these pics to enlarge, and of course, there is more of this foolishness ri'cheer on flickr.