Oh Christmas Tree!

Part of growing up is taking care of your home and that includes decorating for Christmas. While I'm the furthest thing from Martha Stewart, in other words all my cookies are made from Betty's bag mixes, this year I am determined to create a warm, inviting and festive home for the holidays. 

And the first step is buying a Christmas Tree. My friend Cora, who celebrates Chrismakuh and loves any excuse to wander Brooklyn, was as excited as I was about my plans and offered her services. 

She pulled out her laptop and in seconds landed on Gothamist's Christmas Tree Superfun map. There was a spot just around the corner. Having never bought my own tree, the deliberation was intense. It felt like buying a puppy. I wanted one that was cute, had a little spunk something with character, kind of plump, but small enough to fit in the living area.We found one towards the back of the bunch and the Christmas tree man said he would discount it because it was a little flat in the back, and it had a kind of bare poky branch that stuck out the top, the equivalent of a floppy ear. We fell in love. Sold. 

We went to get Walgreens and picked up lights then for most the day the tree sat in my old inspector gadget boot. The boots my friend Fabio, delicately informed me looked like they belonged to my grandfather. (It helps to get fashion advice from someone named Fabio). When I told another friend about the tree and how brooklyn it looked sitting in my boot, she wasn't impressed. She asked me if I planned on watering my boot.  This is how I know she's no longer a Brooklyn-ite. She's practical."Christmas trees need water. Dry pine leaves are great for kindling once you put that lights on." 

So, now I have a tree, a stand, and lights. One thing left to decide: Star or Angel?