You do know I mean Christmas trees not body parts don’t you ha?
When we were first married we always had a fake tree, well we were childless and far more interested in going out on the town and hosting parties.
Gradually though, I leaned towards a real tree and after much persuading, Himself wasn’t convinced, that is what we have had for about the last ten years.
I love a real tree, it feels homely, welcoming and, each one is different.
However, because I like the tree to be in the window, we have found ourselves a bit restricted for space in our new home.
Last year, we literally had to cram out lovely Norwegian Spruce into the small space that usually houses the pouffe.
It was crooked the whole time, despite my daily attempts to straighten it.
So this year, I have bitten the bullet and faked it once more.
Actually, I am rather pleased with it.
It has beautiful lush branches that have been flocked to within an inch of their lives, which I think looks really pretty.
Also, because it is one of those slim sorts, unlike me, it fits the space perfectly.
I have gone for the Nordic look this year and the tree is decorated completely in white.
But I think this tree would look lovely decorated any which way, I think I will switch to bold again for next year.
It is just the smell that I miss, there really is nothing that says Christmas more than the smell of a real Christmas tree, is there?
Do you fake it or have a real one?
Have a lovely day!