I have a friend ( Yes, I really do have them. They exist! And not just in my mind, so there.) who is quite crafty, artistic and creative. This extends to her holiday decorating and every year she has a different Christmas tree.
And when I say different?
I mean different.
One year, it was made of driftwood.
The next? Pine cones.
Then giant free floating balls.
Which aren’t usually the balls one wants to have, but these were pretty cool.
Some years there are normal trees…
Which are almost disappointing.
But then we’re back to fabulously odd.
And the next year there’s a canopy tree hovering over your head.
One season it was made from recycled CD’s and put out the light of 100 suns.
(Seriously, this thing could have powered a small town.)
When you visit my friend’s house at Christmas, you never know what you’ll get… which is kind of a hoot.
So we went over last weekend and saw the 2018 version.
To which my reaction was…. meh.
Slightly Seussian with the bare branch and one green ball, but not the most inspirational.
Oh well, there’s always next year.