Well, after much harrassment and hype from the media we caved in and the tree was reluctantly retrieved from the dark depths or our basement (aka 'the junk room'). Brushing off its dusty branches we attached its three bushy levels together and presto....our pop-up tree was back in all its glory. No messy pine needles, no itchy noses, no sad little tree chopped down from its happy forest dwelling, just a shiny fake one with the lights already attached. Instant christmas!!
Anyway, that part went along fine...the tree decorations however were another story. For some reason the sight of a shiny red bauble can make the blood pressure rise. All those gold and silver globes, red and white candy canes, blue and yellow angels....its torture! Suddenly even the most stylish of residence look like they belong in the eighties, while all across the world innocent furniture is cruely and viciously attacked with brightly colored trinkets.
Sleek white sofas are smothered beneath fuzzy red Santa throws. Trendy coffee tables disappear under oversized candles and singing snowmen. What was once a happy minimilist dining table is now a display area for poinsettias, glittery table-runners, more candles, more singing snowmen and the enormous bowl of nuts that nobody eats. And don't even mention the hallway table....for where there just wasn't enough room in the lounge for the singing santa, singing reindeer and singing partridge....this table has just the spot. Pity the furniture over christmas....their beige world is turned upside down!
So consequently we ended up hanging only silver baubles, a compromise that worked out well. While our house is not exactly the sleek, neutral world that Alana would love to have, (Matt weirdly insists on adding comfort and color) it is our sanctuary in the midst of this crazy Canadian city and it works for us. So the tree has its spot back for another four weeks, the poinsettia is back on the dining table and the politically correct 'holiday' season has begun again. (Its supposedly only christmas here if you attend church....guess that makes Santa a big fat pagan!)
Anyway, we'll leave you all with a couple of cheesy pics of us in front of our 'holiday tree'.
Anyway, that part went along fine...the tree decorations however were another story. For some reason the sight of a shiny red bauble can make the blood pressure rise. All those gold and silver globes, red and white candy canes, blue and yellow angels....its torture! Suddenly even the most stylish of residence look like they belong in the eighties, while all across the world innocent furniture is cruely and viciously attacked with brightly colored trinkets.
Sleek white sofas are smothered beneath fuzzy red Santa throws. Trendy coffee tables disappear under oversized candles and singing snowmen. What was once a happy minimilist dining table is now a display area for poinsettias, glittery table-runners, more candles, more singing snowmen and the enormous bowl of nuts that nobody eats. And don't even mention the hallway table....for where there just wasn't enough room in the lounge for the singing santa, singing reindeer and singing partridge....this table has just the spot. Pity the furniture over christmas....their beige world is turned upside down!
So consequently we ended up hanging only silver baubles, a compromise that worked out well. While our house is not exactly the sleek, neutral world that Alana would love to have, (Matt weirdly insists on adding comfort and color) it is our sanctuary in the midst of this crazy Canadian city and it works for us. So the tree has its spot back for another four weeks, the poinsettia is back on the dining table and the politically correct 'holiday' season has begun again. (Its supposedly only christmas here if you attend church....guess that makes Santa a big fat pagan!)
Anyway, we'll leave you all with a couple of cheesy pics of us in front of our 'holiday tree'.
2 comments:
Nice tree. Can u post a chrimbo pressie list on the blog so we all know what to send??
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Will do. But I think there may be a waiting list at the moment for Aston Martins in Canada...
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