Here I was minding my own business, trying to get a sweet shot for my Project 365.
Which, by the way I have started again in earnest.
So I will take a moment to veer off topic in a typical moth to flame moment
renowned here at bungalow'56, and discuss this.
I've completed week one and two of 2012 and it feels good.
It's a daily dose of our family life you can check out by clicking the Project 365 badge, or,
because I don't want you to pull a muscle moving your cursor waaaay over there,
I'll let you click right here.
I'm nice like that.
I took etiquette classes when I was in high school at a local modeling agency.
How to be a good Hostess with the Mostess and all that.
Can you tell?
I also know how to cough holding my hand over my mouth just so,
and which way to tilt my soup bowl.
Thank Goodness it wasn't a colossal waste of money.
Where was I?
Oh yes, I was happily taking my Project 365 photo for the day when unbeknownst to me...
My camera decided to focus on something other than the bowl of apples and bananas.
He was peeking out from behind my nicely folded laundry.
He didn't say anything mind you. (My Christmas tree is of the male variety. It has very masculine needles.)
He just looked at me.
Mocking me and...
Sending me telepathic Christmas tree thoughts.
"Do you realize it is already January 15th?"
"Aren't you even a little bit embarrassed that your neighbours can still see me through the front windows?"
"I'm feeling a little overdressed here."
"Valentine's Day is only a month away."
"As festive as I may look, I'm starting to feel a little silly."
"Would. you. please. take. me. down."
Last year I think he may have stayed up until February.
What can I say?
I love me a beautiful Christmas tree and twinkly lights.
So this weekend, out came the egg cartons and boxes and packing paper.
And somehow I seem to have twice as much to put back as I pulled out.
And no, I did not buy one new item.
Kind of like when you need to repack after a two week vacation,
and need to purchase another suitcase.
It's akin to the two socks went into the dryer and only one came out phenomenon,
Since I was considering keeping him all Nekkid with just the lights on.
We had a little discussion over coffee and I think we've found a good compromise.
I realized since it's so dark here Northern Canada, for so long,
what I really disliked saying goodbye to, was the sparkly lights.
In fact, it doesn't have anything to do with
the tree him at all.
So I've found a few twinkly light ideas on Pinterest that might tide me over until after Valentine's
when the daylight will be hanging around for a little longer.
Aren't they awesome?
who needs an indignant Nekkid Christmas Tree giving me attitude day in and day out.
So I'm off to box him up until next year.
Have a great Tuesday my friends.
And remember... don't worry about whether you are keeping up.
The Joneses just don't care.
Leave that tree up until May if it makes you happy.
And enjoy life your own way.
Nekkid... with lights on or not.
PS For those of you who may have arrived here under false pretenses
due to the misleading nature of the title,
and were disappointed by the content of this post.
It was awfully ballzy of me I know,
which by the way, will be the title for tomorrow's post about a great meatball sauce.
Or even better.... Ballzy And Saucy.
I just can't seem to help myself.
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