Foiled again!! Though no foil was actually used

Ok so I set about decorating my tree. But first I must digress because I have an over abundance of words anxious to be freed. (had to backspace and add and additional e to that last word otherwise The words were anxious to be Fred which is simply silly because I know the words prefer to be called George)

We keep our Christmas decorations (at least part of them) in a shed in the back yard. They used to be kept in the atic with its nifty pull down stairs till the year of the Great Gravity Shift when gravity sucked me off that ladder, threw me against the closed door beneath it and clunked my head good on the door hinge. If you hit your head just right you really do see stars. So the noise subsides and I hear the husband say tentatively "Sharon where are you?" I answered "on the floor" wondering where the heck he thought I was. If I had finally figured out how to fly, I'm assuming that less noise would have been involved but since I"ve never been able to fly or even slightly levitate I don't know how noisy it is. So Christmas stuff is in a shed all the way across the yard in the bamboo forest.

Older son helped drag the stuff in though he used a dolly while I really did DRAG things in. I have this big piece of sturdy plastic and I pile all the tree pieces on it. Then I drag it across the yard making, in theory, only one trip though an occasional tree limb escapes and I have to do back and retrieve it.

I'm draging the tree and suddenly it's lighter. The moment my mind realizes it, it's heavy, very heavy. I look back to discover that Rocco the wonderdog has hitched a ride. Little dog Ollie and I exchanged a look that said in human speak "Kid!". Rocco then leaped off the impromtu sled . grabbed a side of the plastic in his teeth and started to pull. Rocco and I got that thing across the yard in record time. Ollie supervised.

So I assembled the tree. Then I threw the lights on. Literally. Stuck the tree in front of the door so I only had to decorate one side. It was time for the ornaments that I had covered in polymer clay. Hadn't realised how large they were until I hung one on the tree. Big sucker ornament, far larger than what I usually use. Hung them all, draped the gaudy multicolored garland from the dollar store (purple and green and gold and silver and blue and what no all together on a single strand) and plugged in the tree. Holy crap! What happened to the over done tacky tree that I was so certain was this year's offering to the gods of fake forests. A thought, do store mannequins actually harvest artificial trees in an artificial forest?

I stood there, mouth open, not a good look, note to self 'close mouth', staring at the tre. I think the garland is magic because suddenly and without any planning on my part THE TRE IS GORGEOUS! None of the balls match other than to be clay covered and the garland is definitely a sight to see but, somehow, putting them together transformed tacky into beautiful. Younger son commented on the tree when he was here last night and older son tracked me down in the Pit of Clutter aka my studio, to tell me he liked the tree and that the garland was goegerou with those balls!!

A gorgeous tree, who woulda thunk? I also decorated the 35 year old miniture orange tree in the living room (bought it on my honeymoon a life time ago). I used hand glittered ornaments on that and a string of stars and missed tacky again. But be reassured. I plan on deocrating the rest of the house this morning and when I'm let loose with tubs of Christmas decorations, tacky cannot be far behind.

Ho ho ho.