Hiya! It’s Saturday, November…nope…December 5, 2020.
Before Thanksgiving I found the perfect pink Christmas tree. I’ve wanted a pink Christmas tree for YEARS. I decided the one I was eyeing was too much money. It’s 7½ feet tall, prelit, and flocked (which means it’s sprayed with some pretty shit that gets all over the place, but it’s really magical looking). Henning was like, “Just get it! You know you’re going to get it.” I was like, “I really want it, but I don’t know…” <stares longingly at my computer screen>
Not so long story short: I ordered the pink tree. I kept thinking about it. Could not get it out of my mind. The pink tree was my 2020 destiny. I felt at peace after I placed the order. Probably a serotonin boost, but PINK TREE.
Henning had to go into work one day this week; his meetings ran long and he got home late. He walked in like, “Sorry! Everything ran late, but your pink tree arrived <bear hugging a huge Christmas tree box>” I literally screamed.
I spent a good part of today setting up the tree in the “gallery area” outside our bedroom (a useless hallway area, where we’re supposed to display…art, I guess?). I thoughtfully hung Christmas ball ornaments. I sat by the tree, just letting it recharge me. I took pictures of the tree. Instagrammed the tree. Texted friends about the tree. I wrapped a small throw blanket around the base and felt at peace. Here, pink tree, be cozy.
I cannot tell you how much JOY this tree is bringing me. Like, I’ve been laughing and giggling about this pink tree. I walked down our street and looked back at our house to make sure the tree can be seen from the huge window in our stairwell. IT CAN. The pink glow is magnificent.
A friend on Instagram said the tree is my leg lamp. So true. It’s my major award.
This round up is all about a pink forking Christmas tree. Never have so many words been written about a pink Christmas tree.
In other news, bigger news, some would say, Margaret ran up to me whilst I was basking in the pink glow of my pink Christmas tree and yelled: “I want to cut my hair!! Really short!! LIKE THIS!!” <grabs all her hair into a ponytail> Cut my hair!!” I was like, “Wait, what is happening?! Do you really want to cut your hair?!” She really wanted to cut her hair. About 15 minutes later, I cut nearly 10 inches off. We’re going to see if we can donate it, which we’ve done for nearly all the kid’s haircuts. She looks soooooooo grown up. She exclaimed: “I feel so much lighter! I can move around and not get hair in my face!! Thank you, Mommy!” Margaret is so no nonsense. I love it. Also? I’m getting pretty good at pandemic haircuts.
In other other news, Henning got an award at work. An actual major award. He received a glass clock, a certificate with his picture on it (his pic was faded, for effect), and a letter detailing his excellence (integrity, actually…excellence in integrity). Pretty spiffy. He also got a small box of chocolates. The kids were super impressed that he “won chocolates.” Congratulations, Henning, on all your excellence (integrity) and your chocolates!
Ok. Hugs and love. Until next time. <3