The annual Christmas tree hunt – you’ve been voted off the island

For the past nine years or so we have been going to our local Christmas tree farm in order to chop down a tree to grace our living room (we are not in agreement for the actual number of times we have cut a tree down). Over the years we have had trees of various heights and widths, but this year we seemed to have outdone ourselves with the height of the tree. The blue tag on the tree told us it was over 8 feet tall. The other members of the family were not thrilled that I wanted such a large tree, well actually just my husband and son, since they were the ones left with the responsibility of cutting the tree down, carrying it to be tied up, and then paid for. I wanted such a tall tree, so hubby could cut off approximately two feet, in order for me to be creative and make a couple of wreaths for our front and side doors.

Well walking towards the area where we would eventually find a tree, there are a number of places you can take silly pictures (silly only because we are all adults).

After the snapshot of us being snowman, middle child sent the picture to her sister, with the caption “you have been voted off the island”.  The eldest was the brunt of many jokes during our Christmas tree hunting, and was blamed for our past difficulties with picking a tree, especially since we agreed in record time this year.

There were not a lot of trees left on the farm, making it necessary for us to walk quite a long way. The main rule for choosing a tree is we all must be in agreement. Trying to have five individuals agree on the right tree is not an easy task, though this year, there were only the four of us, since the eldest moved out (she had taken her boyfriend to the same Christmas tree farm a week earlier).

After choosing our tree, and placing it in the van (yes it did fit, though the stump was beside me in the front seat), we headed over to their Christmas store so we could each buy ourselves a gift. Hubby chose a bird for his Christmas bird collection, the young man a fire truck ornament, I, a snowman, and middle child picked a lovely plate I had been admiring. When we arrived home, she gave me the Christmas plate.

Hubby’s new addition is the bird hanging from the Blue Jay. The Cardinal which he purchased last year, chirps when you walk by, driving all of us crazy, except of course my husband. Surprisingly the chirping doesn’t even faze the dogs.

Last is a picture of the Christmas wreath, which is a work in progress (please excuse the mess in the basement). It too may be a tad large!


Attempting to make a Christmas wreath.
Attempting to make a Christmas wreath.
The finished Christmas wreath.
The finished Christmas wreath on our side gate.

Crafts made with love

The eldest daughter is very much like her father, exceptionally creative. When she was young, she was always creating this and that, saving the oddest things. In grade one, she had this strange habit of taking things out of the garbage, her teacher informed me. She would save these little treasures, knowing sooner or later she would have a use for them, and eventually she did. This frustrated her teacher to no end. Today she no longer takes things out of the garbage, only because she doesn’t toss that many things out.

Soon she was creating 3-D birthday cards. The first one she made was a house; the roof lifted off to display the living room with family members sitting around wishing me a happy birthday. Then a football field with movable players for her sister, and a soccer field made of cardboard and paper, designed like the hockey table with movable players all trying to kick the ball into the net. Of course you cannot forgot the massive 3-d shark for her father (currently stored at the top of our closet). Then when I turned 50, she covered the stairwell, kitchen, and the fridge with flamingos and gnomes (her brother assisted with the hanging of the objects).

A year ago she started a nail blog Simply Stylish Nails. Who knew that a girl who spent her childhood playing in the dirt, then keeper in soccer, would enjoy all the girly things you can do with nails. She certainly didn’t get this from her mother, I am more of a tomboy. She recently graduated from college in Architecture Construction, again, not necessarily a trade popular with young women.

Like her mother though, she enjoys crafts and got the idea to make her mom some new coasters. So after gathering pictures of the birds in our yard, she set to work. Before printing off the pictures, she edited each to make the background grey scale accentuating the colours of the birds, next was decoupaging the pictures to tiles, finishing them off with a waterproof sealer and felt on the bottom of each so they don’t scratch my tables. What do you think, a good job?

Bird Themed Coasters