Guess what? I’ve done it again. I’ve bought a Christmas tree that some people in my family (read: dear husband and darling son) may think is a little too large. I’m fairly certain when he left for work Friday, Dear Husband said something about a 7’ tree.
Well, my 23 year-old-daughter and I went out to that ginormous home-improvement store with nothing but the best intentions. It turns out the 7’ trees were a little old, but the lot attendant said they had just gotten a shipment in, and would we like to see another tree. Poor innocent dear. Did he really think two women would look at ONE tree and say, “Oh, perfect. We’ll take it.” How naïve could a guy be?
Anyway, after the good hearted fellow unwrapped about four trees, he offered to give us an upgraded tree for the lower price. What woman doesn’t like a bargain? We said yes. (In hindsight, I think he was trying to get rid of us.)
We bought one that was categorized as a 9-10’ tree. Yowsa. The attendants tied it to the roof of my car, and we were on our way. We manhandled it off of my Hyundai and leaned it against the wall of the garage. Believe it or not, the top of the tree touched the garage ceiling (which is high).
My husband and son wrestled it into the living room, both fearful that when it was released from the plastic mesh it would pull a “Chevy Chase Christmas Vacation” thing and thwap everything in site. But this lovely Noble Fir was more of a lady, and she gently relaxed her beautiful boughs.
It took almost all day Saturday to decorate. Oh, did I mention that my son measured it? It’s not a 7’ tree, and it’s not even a 10’ tree as it was marked. No, this baby is a full 12’!
And did I also mention that our tree stand is guaranteed for trees up to 9’ tall?
This afternoon, my beautiful tree took a fall. Yup. C-R-A-S-H. Oh, boy. We were able to stand it up again, but with just the two of us home, couldn’t situate it properly. When someone else comes home we’ll give it another try.
Until then, my elegant tree looks like that drunk girl who crashed the party and just looks a mess. The angel is hanging down the front of the tree and the ribbon is in disarray.
I’ve learned my lesson. Next year I’ll get a 7’tree . . .
(Maybe)
Well, my 23 year-old-daughter and I went out to that ginormous home-improvement store with nothing but the best intentions. It turns out the 7’ trees were a little old, but the lot attendant said they had just gotten a shipment in, and would we like to see another tree. Poor innocent dear. Did he really think two women would look at ONE tree and say, “Oh, perfect. We’ll take it.” How naïve could a guy be?
Anyway, after the good hearted fellow unwrapped about four trees, he offered to give us an upgraded tree for the lower price. What woman doesn’t like a bargain? We said yes. (In hindsight, I think he was trying to get rid of us.)
We bought one that was categorized as a 9-10’ tree. Yowsa. The attendants tied it to the roof of my car, and we were on our way. We manhandled it off of my Hyundai and leaned it against the wall of the garage. Believe it or not, the top of the tree touched the garage ceiling (which is high).
My husband and son wrestled it into the living room, both fearful that when it was released from the plastic mesh it would pull a “Chevy Chase Christmas Vacation” thing and thwap everything in site. But this lovely Noble Fir was more of a lady, and she gently relaxed her beautiful boughs.
It took almost all day Saturday to decorate. Oh, did I mention that my son measured it? It’s not a 7’ tree, and it’s not even a 10’ tree as it was marked. No, this baby is a full 12’!
And did I also mention that our tree stand is guaranteed for trees up to 9’ tall?
This afternoon, my beautiful tree took a fall. Yup. C-R-A-S-H. Oh, boy. We were able to stand it up again, but with just the two of us home, couldn’t situate it properly. When someone else comes home we’ll give it another try.
Until then, my elegant tree looks like that drunk girl who crashed the party and just looks a mess. The angel is hanging down the front of the tree and the ribbon is in disarray.
I’ve learned my lesson. Next year I’ll get a 7’tree . . .
(Maybe)
5 comments:
I say, just get a new tree stand!
I love tall trees!
I'll go ornament shopping with you. You need more for a big tree, you know. :) My tree is too full, so I can't buy any.
I agree with Kay! Naturally, I love tall. Get the biggest one you can get and buy more ornaments. :)
Some would say mine is too packed. Nah. How much is too much?
I think the doggie is a little worried it's going to go boom again.
Did you enter my contest yet?
Why do you have to live so far away? We could have so much fun tree shopping!
Heather names her trees and since you know yours is a lady, have you thought of any names? Just wondering.
Have a good time fixing her back up;-)
twelve feet! i'm both impressed and envious.
yeah, my husband said something crazy like, "you sure that's not too big?"
too big?
amateur.
Hmmm... Where have I heard that story before. LOL. I hear truth is stranger than fiction.
Marion
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