Searching for the Perfect One

Shortly after Thanksgiving, my mother, daddy, sister and I would pile into the car in search of the perfect Christmas tree. It was a really big deal for us kids. We were so excited after  begging to go tree shopping. It never really seems like Christmas until you have the tree and are in the midst of decorating it.

My mother  loved flocked Christmas trees. My dad didn’t much care, I don’t think, just as long as it was fairly even on each side and didn’t have huge holes in them or anything like that. We went to nurseries, Christmas tree lots, Tom Thumb- wherever there might be a tree sale.

My parents also owned two beauty salons and they had to get trees for them as well. I’ll never forget. They bought aluminum trees for the shops. A white one for the Orchid and I believe a silver one for the Pandora. They also bought these little circular color wheels that rotated blue, red, green and yellow. The yellow made the tree look golden and it was the most beautiful thing ever. I loved watching that little color wheel spin. It was a slow spin and it was very pretty. Sometimes,  the tree would be part blue and part red or part gold and part green. It was just breathtaking. Any little girl who loved color would love watching the tree turn the different colors.

But, at home, it was usually a flocked tree. I liked the flocking. It reminded me of what the North Pole must have looked like with all it’s snowy, reaching trees.

Now that my husband and I are older, the tree is not so important. Most years, we get a small tree since our kids are grown and on their own.

Christmas has changed for us too. It’s not about all the toys and presents and things. For us, it is more about the celebration of the Christ child and the love within our family .  I love Christmas, still though. It’s the best holiday of the year!

Perfection, or Something Close Achieved

The cold weather aside, I believe today was the epitome of perfection. After a church service I had wished never ended (yes, it was that good), Stephen, my  husband of 33 years and I went to have lunch with one of our oldest friends. No, he’s not old, but he’s been our friend since our college days. Shoot, my husband plays in a band with him still. It’s got to be the longest running band ever.They don’t really play gigs anymore- but they do practice. One of the members moved to Washington state, so, he’s not here to practice. Anyway, I digress. Another story for another time.

When we arrived home, my granddaughter, Makayla and her mom, Natalie, Micah, our son ,and his wife were here. David came along later with food and lots of it. While he and Stephen grilled steaks and baked potatoes, Makayla and I worked at our art tables, while Natalie and Laura sat talking to us. I was still working on two pieces of art and Makayla worked on lots of art at one time,


10923522_10204274533798423_4624071758093772011_nThe above photos are my paintings – “Layered Topography” followed by “Volcano Tree”, followed by Miss Makayla’s “mine.”

We all ate together and laughed together. Everyone left before Downton Abby came on. Watching Downton has always been exciting .

All in all , a wonderful day. About as close to perfection as one could get in this world. Hope your day was just as good.