Real or Fake? What’s your preference?
I’ve always loved the smell of a real Christmas tree. It’s great to come downstairs on a weekend morning and turn on the lights on the tree and enjoy the aroma blended with the aroma of fresh-brewed coffee. Nummm.
One out of two ain’t bad.
This year, I finally got a fake tree. I found this beauty at Big Lots on sale for $56. It’s just as nice as the $150 ones from Lowes. It’s got a narrow footprint (that is, it doesn’t take up a lot of room on the floor) and even comes complete with fake pine cones.
The nice thing about a fake tree is no mess. Really. No trying to fit the fat trunk into a tree holder by digging in the garage for the hacksaw you only use once a year and acting like a crazy woman sawing the danged thing on your front porch, or worse yet, in your living room. No trying to get it to stand up straight. No bare spots where the tree grew wonky. No worrying about cats mistaking the underneath of it for a litter box (not that I’ve ever had that happen, but I’ve worried about it). No water spilling out of the tree holder and ruining my new hardwood floors. No sap dropping onto the floor and no pine needles to sweep up continuously for the next three months.
I’m not bah-humbug about it, really I’m not. If it weren’t for all the aforementioned reasons, plus the recurring cost each year, I’d have a real one right now. Plus, my kids would never let me have one before.
So here it stands, undecorated. That’s because I put it up last night and was exhausted. Not from putting up the tree, but from the activities of the last 24 hours. I’ve been quite busy with work, went out Friday night, and then I was able to do some errands yesterday to find some sweet things for my darling grandbabies. After all the walking yesterday, I was plum exhausted. And you know you can’t put up decorations without doing a thorough housecleaning first, right? Of course not!
So, today I’m going to be in the sewing room while watching football. We’ll watch the Seahawks (my mom’s going to the game in the rain) even though, as mom says, they’d lose to a Kindergarten team. I’ll be finishing up the bathrobe for said mother, and making a tree skirt for that tree. Danged if I was going to pay $40 for something that was fugly and plain and cheap looking. We’ll see if I can do any better. I’m sure I can – even without an embroidery machine.
After that, if I still have time, on to sewing for other people. Or I may just divert and sew that new top for myself for the holidays that I have designed in my head. I have some parties to go to this season and it would be nice to have something festive to wear.
So, what’s your preference? Real or fake trees, and why? Do tell.