Ever since I’ve lived in an apartment (more than ten years now), I’ve always wanted a real Christmas tree, but never had one. They just seemed too impractical or something, and besides, Josh and I were usually at our family’s homes for the holidays, so what was the point? So up went the little fake tree year after year, which I did happily decorate, year after year. But I missed that distinctive pine-y smell, and it was my Christmas wish to one day have a real tree again.
And this year I got my Christmas wish. We’re still in an apartment. We’re still going to be away for part of December at family’s homes.
But whatever. It was time for a real tree.
SQUEAL!!! (Thanks to Josh for these gorgeously twinkly, glowing photos!)
Okay, so it drops needles like the dickens, but it’s so very pretty! I made those dried-in-the-oven orange slices ornaments, and I’ve got a bunch of other ornaments courtesy of my mum, from our childhood family trees. (Very dear.)
I went a little crazy at the Vancouver Christmas Market’s glass ornament stand – I couldn’t help myself.
Who doesn’t want a sperm whale dangling from their tree? Seriously.
Okay, I’m going to stick my nose in the tree again and inhale deeply. Ahhhhhhh.
Listening to: A Very She & Him Christmas (beautiful!)