Each year the day after Thanksgiving (alright, so it’s been the past three years), we trek down to the Christmas Tree Farm to pick out a tree. We decided to alternate cutting down our own pine and picking out an imported fir. This year was the year to cut down a pine.
So, with little miss Kennedy in tow, we headed out on the little hay ride, and got ourselves a tree. But while we’re at it, isn’t miss thing the most presh candy cane ever?
So, we pick out a tree and head home. Once we get it in the stand, we notice it’s really crooked. I head out to Home Depot for a hand saw, and my pretty tush saws at the trunk until I have a clean edge.
We get it back into the stand and secure it in a spot where it looks pretty good…
|I might also add that the ottoman makes a great baby barricade.|
|Why, yes, there is a 25 pound hand weight supporting it even still. I have big guns, – what can I say?|
Alas, it started to lean more. And more. And more. We decided that it was too much of a hazard to let the Leaning Tower of Tree-sa exist in our house, although it did provide much character and one heck of a conversation piece. We discover that the trunk to this tricky tree (did you like that alliteration?) was almost a “C” shape, while the tree was manicured and sheared in a completely different direction. Nothing we could have noticed while it was growing in nature.
But we were determined. We UN-decorated the tree. Took off all the ornaments and lights that we had meticulously put on. Took it out of the base. Busted out the saw, yet again. Took another half foot off the trunk and shaped it in the opposite direction to counter it. Put it back in the base. Bam! It was much more centered, although quite a bit shorter. The living room floor was full of pine needles and saw dust. We worked frickin’ hard.
While we were sweeping and vacuuming our plethora of pine needles and sawdust, the tree collapses. The tree defeated us.
And this is where the tree currently lies…
Would anyone like me to make them a fresh wreath?