Each year on the first weekend in December we take our expanding family to a local Christmas tree 'farm' to select a tree. This year it was December the 1st and a stiflingly hot introduction to Australia's favourite season, Summer. After meandering through rows of perfectly manicured pine trees, we made our selection. She's tall, wide at the bottom and narrow up top.
Her plump rump* was piled into a golf buggey so Zeph and Dave could take her for a few spins around the farm. Their delight is evident.
In our re arranged* living room she stands proudly, adorned with fairy lights, vintage tea towel bunting, pine cones and kid made Christmas decorations. She's not fancy, but she's ours and she smells like heaven. Soon her branches will provide a prickly cover for carefully selected Christmas gifts; between you and I, there is a whole lot of plastic fantastic going on this year. Octanauts anyone?
* gosh, sounds like mine
** A christmas tree must take pride of place and dominate as many windows as possible. This meant the lounge and arm chairs needed to be relocated.
Pippi wears dress c/o Rowantree Designs easily some of the most beautiful handmade clothing going around.
p.s thanks so much for your comments yesterday, I was both surprised and delighted by the overwhelmingly positive response. Thank You.
p.p.s Winner of the bayside vintage giveaway has been announced. Check back here to see if it was you.
p.p.s this is the longest 'tiny text' section ever. tiny text now over.