For the past several years, Whitey here, has been our stalwart, seasonal Yule-Christmas-Holiday tree. We do it all in the Zaman house. This year, however, I wanted to give him a break and get a real tree. There's a reason that of all the senses, smell is the most successful in bringing a written scene to life. I miss the smell of December evergreen in the house--and sorry-not-sorry, scented soaps and candles are just not the same (Though in my desperation, many a purchase has been made. MANY a purchase.).
But I was over-ruled--Whitey stayed. He doesn't have to be watered. There are no needles to clean up. Angry Alice (our beloved cat) doesn't like to climb him--all very cogent arguments as to why we shouldn't keep it real. It's not that I don't love Whitey--many a merry moment has been spent under his perfect plastic branches. And then there's that evenly spaced lighting...
|Not the full impact of Whitey, but you see what I mean...|
But, I LOVE fake. I really do. That's why I bought Whitey in the first place. There's no mistaking he's fake. Besides the built in lighting, if you look really close, you'll see there are several species of pine that make up his branches--and some of the needles are holographic to catch the light better. I've also wanted a black tree--and wouldn't it be cool to hang it upside down from the ceiling like a chandelier? How about silver? Pink?
|From UK Home Ideas ♥|
But back to reality. I still wanted a real tree--and I got one. Ole Whitey is up in the living room, but for my little Advent project, I found this guy at ShopRite. He was $19.99 plus tax:
|Ooo! I can smell it from here! (Really!)|