In a past life, aka my first marriage, I had 3 Christmas trees. All were expensive, all were perfect, all were not allowed to be touched once they were up as they bore pricey, delicate and intricate decorations.
When I remarried, my favourite of these three trees came with me to our new home but it just wasn’t the same. I looked at it and resented the twee, properness it represented. Things I had kidded myself I was, and the tree had become an extension of that.
With my now husband, my one, I am just me. There is no fakery. There is no price tag. There is just fun and love. The tree we have, I think, represents that.
It wasn’t expensive. The decorations are mostly from Wilkinsons. It’s colourful and child friendly. It brightens our living room.
I love our tree. I love our life.