Tangled tinsel and labile lights
On December 1st the Christmas season was thrust upon me with force, as, in the course of one evening, I attended my Dad's retirement village Christmas dinner, before leaving to make it down town to meet GASP and the boys to watch Santa switch on the lights in the local town and then heading home to settle down for the Late Late Toy Show. Talk about overload ! I woke up on Saturday, still moderately hormonal and considered the fact that our 14 year old artificial tree would have to be erected over the next week. This led to a mini internal revolt, where I decided I could not physically put the same decorations up AGAIN and that action would have to be taken. The tree always looked as if a 4 year old had decorated it, and people smiled at it thinking I had left the boys to it, but the truth is, it was usually decorated by me...the very unimaginative, non artistic me. Enough was enough ! I was determined that I would find some love for the tree again, so traipsed the boys off to the s...