Real vs. Faux
I got an e-mail recently about the ornaments I posted. The question was not about the ornaments but about the tree. Was it real or faux? You'd think living in NH surrounded by trees that I would most certainly have a real tree but, here goes......--I have a faux tree. There I've said it!
We used to always have real trees but somewhere along the line it got really expensive and one year after Christmas I got a faux tree for very little and I've never looked back. I think it's the thrifty part of me that likes the faux trees because they really do pay for themselves after a few years. Plus I hate seeing the dried up trees after Christmas sitting in the snowbanks to be thrown out. It seems like such a waste.
Another reason I love it is because I love seeing my ornaments so I put up the tree the day after Thanksgiving. I have been especially proficient at decorating trees this year. I have put up the tree, decorated it, undecorated it, took it down, put up another tree, decorated again! After seeing my old tree in my new family room with the cathedral ceiling I decided it was too small. So down it came and shopping I went and I love the new tree. I gave my old tree to my daughter's brother in law who is a new home owner.
And the tree skirt I made this past summer looks good under there. It's too bad it has to be mostly covered up.
My Mom used to tell us kids that the little elf near the top of the tree was there to watch over us and see who was bad and good. I don't know how he could since his eyes are closed! We still believed it though!
So what are you-real or faux. And please, don't ever use that other word, (fake)!!

































In getting some of the Christmas decorations out this past weekend, I glanced at the china cabinet and saw my Lefton Green Holly teapot and teacups. My Mom gave me the teacups, which were originally given to her by one of her sisters, before she passed away and I love them. One time many years ago my daughter and I were at a yard sale when my daughter kept tugging at my shirt and pointing to something that was for sale. I could see it was a teapot, sugar and creamer but it was impossible to see what color or pattern it was through all the grease on it. But that determined little girl declared that it was like "Memere's teacups" and she was right. So we quickly paid $5 for them and brought it home and proceeded to de-grease them with Lestoil. Now whenever I see them I think of my Mom.