Following on from my last Magpie Monday post, and my impressive Christmas Puddings...I was feeling very smug with my first ever attempt at making them...right up until the moment the dog stole and ate 2 out of the 3 of them. Let's just say I was not amused and leave it at that.
We finally got our Christmas trees up this weekend, about 2 weeks after the rest of the street and I was guilted into it. The big real tree is up in the front room and Ruby has her little artificial one in her bedroom.
I picked this up in a charity shop a couple of years back - it's amazing how quickly people chuck out their fake trees. Hopefully we'll use this for many years to come, and then donate it on again once she's had enough of girly pink and white.
She's allowed to decorate the tree herself - and it helps with my OCDness about the 'big tree' meaning she generally lets me get on with the one that everyone sees.
Her decorating is of the 'more-is-more' school of thought as she ladens down the branches with every bauble in the box. Everything on her tree is either thrifted or handmade, and my favourites are the couple of vintage ones I've managed to find. They actually seem to be rare as rocking horse poo round her, and I suspect get scooped up and put on eBay for silly money quicker than you can say lametta.