In which a sarcastic, perpetually hungry, fitness-addicted, shamelessly US Weekly-reading 30-something Colorado gal navigates a quarter-life crisis, living with Celiac Disease, and life in DC. The goal: get healthy, be happy, find that "I've got my ish together" vibrant & glowy motif.
Monday, December 17, 2012
Houston, We Have a Tree!
It finally happened: we got ourselves a legit, 100% live, way-bigger-than-a-toddler Christmas tree.
And I'm basically overjoyed by this.
it turns out, Home Depot is the greatest possible place to buy a tree
(or, as I like to call it, a tree acquisition venue) -- Mom's tree
reconnaissance was absolutely awesome, especially when combined with my
dear friend Christie's dedication in calling local Home Depots to
confirm my mom's reports. Mom and Christie FTW!
Target acquired (plus a wreath!), and mission accomplished
Christie went with Brandon and me so she could get a
tree too, and it can only be described as ludicrously successful. We
all found our respective trees within 15 minutes, and the good folks
from Home Depot loaded them into the truck. We were in and out of there
in well under 30 minutes, which I think is its own Christmas miracle.
Our tree and Christie's tree, being BFFs in the truck
Brandon and I came home and decorated (while I put
on the holiday station on Pandora, obviously), and I've been jumping
around and clapping my hands like a little kid ever since then.
Our apartment smells so piney!
It's so pretty and sparkly!
*Collapses into a heap of child-like glee*
As we were putting it up, I suddenly realized why I love
Christmas trees and Christmastime so much: some of my happiest childhood
memories happened around Christmas, and the tree has always been at the
center of it.
I then had what I can only describe as the opposite
of a PTSD flashback, so I'll call it a warm and fuzzy flashback: I
remembered being six years old, listening to a tape (hey, it was the
80's) of Christmas carols while my parents sat on the couch and read,
and lying down next to the tree as I gazed up into its branches.
I was transfixed by the lights and the way they
refracted off the sparkling ornaments. I loved the smell of the pine
tree as it mixed with the smell of the fire in the fireplace. I
remembered that I'd felt like I was wrapped in a cocoon of absolute
peace, safety, comfort, and contentment. I remembered how I'd wished I
could stay there forever.
Last night, that same feeling returned whenever I
looked at the tree. And that's when I realized: this is why I've been so
adamant about getting a tree. I love their celebratory value, sure -
but for me they represent a whole lot more than Christmas cheer. They're
a symbol of my most beloved childhood memories, and the profound sense
of peace, comfort, and joy that Christmas always entailed.
So, with that, here are some light and ornament
pictures from this year's tree - because as far as this girl is
concerned, pretty and sparkly is the only way to go.