No, that is not a piece of barbed wire... that is the tip of one of my Christmas tree limbs... and they ALL look that way! Every side of this tree should go towards the wall.
This is my tree. If it looks like it's leaning a little, that's because it is. Severely. I used to call this our Charlie Brown tree... now it looks more like a bunch of the Grinch's fingertips stuck together. Doesn't it?... LOOK at it! THIS IS AN UGLY TREE!
AND, it's balding. It's more like a deciduous than an ever green. It's even losing it's limbs.
Of course, that might be from the year when the mice nested in it and the hubby vowed he could fix it (I secretly prayed it would be the end) and he hosed the thing down 3 times with bleach (I thought we'd have a turquoise tree!) and let it sit WET for days... then hosed it down again... thus the rusty tips. I TOLD YOU this would get terrifying! Yes, we're using an old un-smellied mouse nested tree!
I'm not sure where I went wrong. It might have been when I started the tradition of letting my kids help decorate the tree.... to make memories. This is how they make memories.
That's an ImagiNext guy. We have a tree full of them....
Yes, amid all the decorations-none of which match because I thought it would be another great memory to give my kids a different ornament each year that was unique to what they did that year.- We house our own Sherwood Forest. AND each year I unpack the tree, I find a few Merry Men hanging out in the branches that were somehow attached too well to be shaken out like the rest of their gang the year before.
Oh yes... minus the beautiful ribbon (Thank you Costco for your 4.95 per 50 yards of wired ribbon) and the tree skirt, this is it. Wires and all. Every year I unpack this tree cursing and whining and dreading the event. No pre-lit here. We do this mess ourselves. My kids hang the ornaments (we all draw straws for the lights... just kidding... I do them every year- Don't you just love those cords? This year I finally passed off the duty to my son).
It's not a beautiful tree by any means and I can't ever justify taking $200 out of our budget to go toward a beautiful tree that opens up as easily as an umbrella. (Maybe if you buy from my esty shop I could buy a new tree!!... oh ya, that's to pay off the adoptions...grr.)
Each year I curse this tree, but each year it works. The kids are STILL excited to haul it out, decorate it, redecorate it, hide their "Guys" in it and redecorate it AGAIN. And each year as I watch them content to play with our tree I think, "I can wait another year. They'll only want to play with the tree for a short while, then I'll be trying to keep them home during the holidays instead of out with friends." Sometimes beauty isn't what adorns the Palace rooms but what love and joy is found within them. This Palace has beauty, and love, in the same room as the ugly tree... and somehow that tree isn't ugly any more... it's a beautiful memory.