After surviving hosting Thanksgiving for the first time, Matt and I immediately switched into Christmas mode. On Saturday we went out and bought our first real Christmas tree together. This was always a magical experience for me as a child. About a week after Thanksgiving, my family would drive over to Clark’s Farm and walk through the maze of Christmas trees searching for the best one. Christmas music would be playing over the speakers, Christmas lights were strung around the farm and more often than not, there would be snow on the ground. Once we picked out the tree, we would strap it to the top of the car and drive it home. My dad would string on old fashioned colored lights before we went to town adding ornaments, each of which held special significance to us. It was definitely one of my favorite parts of the holiday season. So, when Matt and I decided to ditch our fake tree for a real one, I wanted to recreate my childhood experience.
Although Hoboken is a lot less intense than NYC, it is still pretty urban. There aren’t farms to buy your tree and sadly, there is no snow. We went to Home Depot to get some lights and Matt convinced me to look at their trees. We walked over to the trees, which were located on the second level of a parking garage, not quite the magical experience I was looking for. The trees were all bundled up so it was hard to tell which one was “the best” but after a few tries, we picked out one that we thought would be good.
As we waited in line, I began to question our purchase. Standing in the cement parking garage, with a tree that I couldn’t fully see, I came to conclusion that I just couldn’t do it. I told Matt to put the tree back and we left. I know– sort of a bratty move. But this was going to be our first tree and I wanted the experience to be more memorable. I mean, really… we were in a parking garage!
We drove up the street to a local nursery that had a hand painted sign out front that said “Fresh Christmas Trees for your Home.” I knew we would provide a good home for a tree so in we pulled. Immediately I knew I made the right decision. There were lights strung up, Christmas music playing and the trees were all unwrapped so you could get a good look at them. The man helping us made sure we got a great tree — he wouldn’t let us take home something we didn’t love. It was a great experience – well worth the increased price we had to pay as compared to Home Depot (right Matt?)! We even got to take photos of ourselves as elves before we paid!
Matt lugged the tree into our apartment, definitely a sight to see since our tree is probably 11 feet tall!
And, just like his father, he couldnt’ wait to start vacuuming up the needles once the tree was standing!
Since our ceilings are 15′ high, we knew we wanted a big tree – I just had no idea how fat it was until we got it inside!
Getting the lights on the tree proved to be a challenging task, especially for someone with a slight obsessiveness. Matt finally made me stop fidgeting with the lights and poured me a glass of eggnog to enjoy in front of the tree.
We still need to add some ornaments and a tree skirt but the tree is looking good and our apartment smells wonderful. Here’s to the magic of Christmas!
Last year for Christmas Matt gave me a coupon book filled with I.O.U.s good for chores, date nights and home cooked meals. I’ve been hoarding them all year long which became a problem when Matt announced that they expire at the end of this year.
People at work are always impressed with my creativity — probably more so than anyone else I’ve met. I think it is because for so many of them, as New Yorkers, they are limited in time and space to devote the same effort to crafts as other people. It is funny because in NYC you are surrounded by some of the most creative and inspirational people in the world, but it doesn’t always rub off on the general population. Also, since you have so many things at your fingertips, you can buy nearly everything, removing the need for people to make/create things themselves.
I often credit my creativity/craftiness to my family. I grew up in a household that was full of arts and crafts supplies and the “hey, I can make that” attitude. I wore many homemade Halloween costumes, my favorite of which was probably my M&M costume that my mom made out of two cardboard boxes but looked amazing. I always had a homemade birthday cake and when it was our turn to bring snacks to school, it was normally some kind of warm muffin that we made that morning.
My grandmother was extremely creative and passed that skill down to her two daughters (my mother and her sister). My Aunt is definitely one of the most creative people I know, so when I received a package in the mail the other day from her, I was immediately excited as I knew there would be some sort of creative homemade touch to it.
And I was not disappointed.
My Aunt made this “good luck in the marathon” card herself, complete with eyelets on the sneaker that she added herself. I have to say, I was impressed. I don’t want to show it to anyone at work because suddenly my Robin Hood-ized crafts don’t look quick as impressive.
In addition to the card, I also received this beautiful bracelet, which I LOVE!
Isn’t’ family the best?