I love Christmas. OK, let me explain that. I love designing for Christmas. I don’t care for looking for Christmas or managing Black Friday deals or attempting to find the hot toy of the period. What I do adore is pulling the containers of vintage Christmas embellishments out from behind the roof of the upper room and cautiously unloading each case. Everything gets divided throughout the long stretch of December and bit by bit the house turns out to be increasingly happy.
In the long run I get around to the best part, the Christmas tree. A couple of years prior I got myself a vintage aluminum Christmas tree on eBay. It’s a sparkly piece of a thing, remaining around four feet high. It stashes in its unique box and every year I need to unwrap every one of its tinsel and steel branches and afterward set up the tree together piece by piece. At the same time I am attempting to maintain a strategic distance from unintentionally removing a bit of the wooden dowel that holds everything together as I attempt to append every one of the appendages to it. At times they don’t fit very as effectively as I might want, so I need to do a bit of prodding.