I might have a left a couple of trees out of the Christmas Tree Tour. But only because they’re not all decked out with glitz and glitter. And ribbons and bows.
I also left out the cute little cone trees.
An illuminated cone from Dollar Tree.
Gold beads, also from Dollar Tree.
A little hot glue and a couple of burnt fingertips later, and voila!
Hint: I quickly learned to overlap the beads as much as possible – placing the next row of beads in the gaps between the previous row.
Now, to show what they look like lit up.
Sophie had to get in on the action, of course.
Last year, I shared something disturbing with you. Very disturbing.
I have an obsession with Christmas trees.
See the evidence here.
Obsession might be a little modest, really. . . I mean, nearly every single room has a tree of some sort in it. That just ain’t normal.
But I digress.
Since my secret is out in the open, why not make it a yearly thing. I share my trees with you, and you marvel at my descent in to madness. So, let’s get started. . . From small to large. And everything in between.
The Tiny Tree.
The London Tree.
The Kitchen Tree
The Girls’ Tree.
The Black and White Tree.
The Woodland Tree. . . . with a DIY toilet paper tree topper.
Which I think turned out really cute 🙂
The Retro Tree (and my favorite, but probably because it’s in my bedroom).
And the Big Daddy: 8 feet of Christmas cheer, keepsake ornaments, and deco mesh. Lots of deco mesh.
The best cookie I’ve ever had in my entire life was a Cranberry White Chocolate Orange cookie.
Now, I’m not sure whether the cookie was actually that delicious, or if was just because of circumstances. Let me set the scene for you and explain those circumstances:
A surprisingly sunny October afternoon in London. Trafalgar Square to be exact.
After a morning that started off with the hotel’s version of a complimentary full breakfast (i.e. toast and nothing else) and included, among other things, a visit to Hyde Park, Kensington Palace, gotten lost in Hyde Park, been propositioned in Hyde Park (yep, that happened), and then made our way to Trafalagar Square, we were starving. The kind of starving where (as my mother would say) your stomach says “Thank you” every time your swallow.
Cranberry White Chocolate Orange Cookies.
1/2 stick butter, softened
1/2 cup granulated sugar
1/2 cup brown sugar, packed
1 Tablespoon vanilla extract
1 1/2 cups all purpose flour
1/2 teaspoon baking soda
1/2 teaspoon baking powder
pinch of salt
3/4 cup white chocolate morsels
3/4 cup fresh cranberries
Preheat the oven to 350F degrees. Line a cookie sheet with parchment paper and set aside.
In a large bowl, mix together the butter, granulated sugar, and brown sugar until completely combined.
Add the egg, vanilla extract, and orange zest and mix together.
In a medium bowl, sift together flour, baking soda, baking powder, and salt.
Add to the sugar mixture, and mix until just barely combined (being careful not to over mix).
Fold in the white chocolate morsels and cranberries.
Drop by the spoonful on to the cookie sheet.
Bake for about 10 - 15 minutes or until light golden brown.
Remove from the oven and allow to cool for a couple of minutes before moving each cookie to a wire rack to finish cooling.
It’s that time of year! To tell the jolly old St. Nick your Christmas wishlist. Something the two farm poodles are all about.
Or usually, that is.
Sophie was more than ready to share her daydreams of treats, chewies, and squeaky toys with the jolly fellow, but Bryony was having nothing to do with it.
The friendly dog that runs up to complete strangers for a little petting, wanted to have nothing to do with the whole experience. My only guess is that Bryony’s most recent car rides have ended at the vet, and she was wondering if this one would, too. More about that another day.
Happy Thanksgiving from Jim Bob, Snoody, and us!