Even I am disappointed with my Christmas decorations this year, which means they must be REALLY bad because I am generally completely rubbish at making an effort with decorations and my standards are very very low. The thought of receiving visitors over the Christmas period is marginally horrific at the moment, because my tree is frankly borderline disgraceful.
Here is my Emo Christmas tree that my children hate so much, sans lights on account of the fact that I was electrocuted and sans any form of control by me which meant that my children threw stuff on with gay abandon and I can now blame them for the clear lack of symmetry/love/focus. It is looking remarkably like how I feel (with only one present from below mentioned friend at the bottom of the tree….:-
My friend popped round unexpectedly this evening to drop a present off, took one look at the Christmas Angel at the top of the tree and fell about laughing. “OMG look at her hair! What on earth has happened??” she asked me. “Electrocution” I told her. Which explains everything:-
And, just for good measure – here is my favourite Christmas decoration. In fact, in years to come I can see that I won’t need much storage to house my three boxes of Xmas decorations, I will just need a matchbox that I open every year that has a teeny weeny little triangle of tinsel. I shall embarrass my children and my grandchildren by insisting on sticking it on to my nude painting in a hippy like manner of free love and sparkle:-
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