Needless to say, as the gullible fools that we are, we picked the tree at 5.30 p.m. on Tuesday (it was extremely dark so we just blindly assumed that when she said "That one!", all would be well. Parents should know better). Imagine my jaw dropping on Wednesday morning when the florist showed up with what is now affectively known as the hulk around these parts.
For that it was, dear readers, and although Mr Nordmann smells of delicious green pine, he also needed a good trim, before he was able to fill his corner and not my living room in his own Titanic way.
So we primped, and pushed and tarted him up. And it's safe to say that this tree should be christened Dafydd, because he is definitely the gayest tree in the city, as evidenced below.
In keeping with a request for a pink tree, he has been decked out with pink and white plumage, angel lights, stars and an assortment of weird and wonderful ornaments, which we have amassed over the years, including Hawaii Santa and a cranberry scoop.
The advent crown, which will grace our front door, was crafted using pink pepper. I left the foil on to prevent our bulimic cat from launching an ill-advised attack on it.
And there you have it. 14 days to go. So bring on Christmas, I say, because this household is about as ready as it'll ever be.The quality of the photos is not great, but the resident flash artist is out having some up close and personal time with Gordon Brown, President Sarkozy and a bunch of cocky Irish protesters.
I, on the other hand, am about to go gorge myself on some cannoli. And you?
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LMAO!
That is the best tree ever!! And Hawaii Santa... wow
Our cats have been eyeying the mistletoe (it's hanging from the ceiling, idiots), wishing they could eat it. The cat doesn't try and eat Dafydd?
Piglet: yeah, I totally agree. About the mistletoe: I think it may be poisonous for them, so beware. Our cat sleeps in the hammock next to it, but she's a regular 'patapouf'. Not very active. Our friends' cat on the other hand managed to already have a soccer match with two of the ornaments on their tree.
Ours like to eat our plastic tree, so I've never even thought of buying the real thing. Who knows what those pines will do to their digestive systems!
And don't worry, they're pretty active, but not even Soes can jump high enough to grab a bite of Mistletoe.
Oh that's pretty. I don't have a tree as I live on my own, plus my living room is being done by handyman at the moment.
@Milo: I think we need a photo blog on handyman... *grin*
Oh don't.
I've become quite attached to him. I walked to the station this morning and this car pulled up quite sharply half way through my walk. It was him (heading to my flat). All smiles and we had a chat etc. He asked if he could give me a lift to the station which I declined. He asked what time I'd be home this evening (late, said I, as I'm going to the gym) but he's told me he's working at mine tomorrow so I'll see him then. He's just a real genuine thing. We're from different strata - he a blue-colour labourer, once in the Russian army - me a white-collar wotsit. He's genuine.
I surprise and please myself when I make connections with people who are not like me. And I get SO bored of people who are like me. This connection has been refreshing.
I like it. Definitely v cute. Am also v interested to see this handyman...
I think it looks fantastic! For some reason, the cranberry scoop gave me a laughing fit. Love it.
Correct me if I’m wrong, but do I see Pat Butcher’s earrings hanging in your tree? :-)
I love that tree. It's shape is so sweet.
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