Monday, December 5, 2011

Christmas tress, glitter and other such nonsense.

Buying a Christmas tree in New York City is quite the experience, I tell you what. The steps are thus:

1. Walk by the Christmas tree place a dozen times over the course of a week. Sniff the air in an unseemly manner as you pass. Hum "Jingle Bells."

2. Take a walk with the boyfriend. Point to the tree and declare it the "cutest tree ever grown!"

3. Once tree is purchased and wrapped, watch boyfriend heft said tree upon his shoulder and set off toward the apartment. Melt a little because, okay, does anyone else have the lumberjack fantasy just a little? I mean, seriously. The man is carrying a tree. How can you not?

4. Prance after him and attempt to take his picture but, by george, he keeps turning his head away from the camera. Continue to prance down the street and prattle away about silly Christmasy things. Sing "Jingle Bells" for good measure.

Congratulations! Now you have a real New York City Christmas tree!

When I moved here from Utah, I got rid of most of my Christmas decorations and ornaments so the boy and I decided to make some for the tree. A batch of salt dough, a little paint and a lot of glitter later we had some fine baubles for the tree. 

And that's what's been going on here. Just kicking it with the two cutest guys on God's green earth.