December snuck up on me. And yes - I realize "snuck" is not an acceptable word; I've told you I'm not a writer...right? Let me continue to make it apparent with every post.
Having just gone through the mid-life trauma of tearing my house apart, painting and moving things around, I eased into the unsettling hey-where-do-I-keep-that-now phase just in time for Thanksgiving. Gravy boat - I know I have one, where is it? Don't we have some white folding chairs? Roasting pan, where are you? My brain was already flat-lining, so I bought a foil roaster and made do whenever possible.
Then it occurred to me...I can give myself permission to make life easier. It won't make the Earth stop its rotation if I take the easy way out sometimes. Cutting corners - no felony! Mind. Blown.
While shopping, I spied a ridiculously colorful display of Christmas trees. Seems like I've been out of the loop, decorating-wise. When did the multi-colored trees come on the scene? Was it just this year? Could I be bold enough to put that bright green tree in my house? Believe me, I thought about it.
But the main reason I decided to paint was to make the vibe of Casa de Cherdo a little more neutral. Hubzam and I have been thinking about moving for a long time; when we find that house - if we find a house - I want to be ready to scoot. Now, I'm surrounded by a calming Sandstone color (according to the folks at Behr paint). Hoda and Kathy Lee assure me that it's the number one color of the three "can't go wrong" colors.
I set my sights on the skinny white tree and when it went on sale, I snagged it. I even got some new ornaments and stayed in a defined color scheme. Gonzo put it up and we thought it looked great; simple and uncluttered.
Sitting in the living room chair, we were amused to see a large B tag in the middle. No one had noticed it when we were putting the tree up. The three pieces must have been labeled A, B, and C. Call me crazy, but I think we could have figured out how the three parts went together without the alphabetical instruction - I may be bragging, but I think we could. Then again, we did miss the label...
Two of my sons decided that this was the B tree, and refer to it as B tree every chance they get.
"It wasn't your first choice, A tree...but you roll with it...you'll take B tree," they ascertain.
That might be right. My A tree was the bright lime green one. My B tree was pretty and white. But I also had trees C, D, and shortie-4-foot tree E (the old ones) stored in the loft of the barn and I didn't have to climb up there and get them, check the lights, move furniture to accommodate them or unpack one hundred and twenty ornaments and trinkets.
That makes B tree the perfect choice. I'm happy to go with plan B. Call me lazy (but not out loud).
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DECEMBER 22, 2014
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