I finally got around to putting up my Christmas tree this evening. I had it out of the box, assembled, and decorated in exactly 15 minutes. That’s five minutes faster than last year and 10 minutes faster than 2004.
It took me another 15 minutes to assemble the new color wheel my mom gave me for Christmas.
This picture does not even begin to do justice to the ever-changing splend-o-rama of ’50s fabulousness that is my tree.
I bought my tree at a great little vintage store in Belleville, Ill., called Oblivion. I think Oblivion is the only thing I really, really miss about Belleville. I went there when I was looking for a wedding dress. I didn’t find a suitable dress, but I bought a harvest gold fondue pot, which I still have and still use regularly. I bought a macrame owl there, too, along with several vinyl LPs, several hippie patches for my backpack, a couple of dashikis, a bunch of postcards, a lime-green halter top, and a handful of black-and-white photographs from somebody’s vacation in the 1950s. The owner once gave me a collection of macrame plant hangers that she’d made herself in the ’70s, too, because I needed them to go with the dark brown cabinets and avocado countertops in the apartment Ron and I lived in when we got married.
I still have those plant hangers. I use them, too. They hold the daisies and petunias I like to grow on the patio.