Christmas is in just a few days and I can’t help but want to really dress up, throw on something sparkly and feel fancy. Which is probably why I’ve gone a little Pinterest happy making a board for holiday fashion full of glitter, sparkle, and anything shiny.
From these fantastic red bow heels to gold glitter skirts and this fantastic little number that I just can’t get enough of. Her hair is just fantastic, sort of messy, but clearly done for the day.
So, before you go making fun of our tree, let me walk you through how we ended up with the tree we have.
I happen to really like fake trees. There’s no pokey pine needles to walk on, you can light a pine candle and it smells the same, and it’s easy to get rid of.
Andy really likes real trees. He loves the smell, going to go pick it out, and making an experience of it. He also wanted a tree as tall as him, which if you know Andy, you know it would have towered over me.
So we made lists on why we should or shouldn’t get a real tree, my list:
I’ve been sick lately. And yes, I try to push myself and tell myself I’m not sick, which always makes me sicker. I should have learned after 27 years, but nope. Not me.
The one thing that has made me feel better lately has been Andy’s soup. Yes, he can cook. I don’t like to tell too many people that. You never know, he could be better than me. (Shhhhhh.) But he does make this really great soup that’s actually Whole 30 approved. Which is actually how we stumbled upon it. When we were doing the Whole 30 in November, he made this. And it’s kind of become a comfort food for me.
When I was curled up in a ball on our bed the other night, I begged him to make it for me. And he did. Because… well, because he’s Andy and he knew it would make me feel better. So what did I come home to the other night after working til the wee hours of the night? His chicken soup. Delicious!
There’s no noodles, which is fine by me, but there’s mushrooms, carrots, lots of chicken, and broth. We’ve learned that we make the best pair when eating soup. I prefer bowls filled mostly with broth, he prefers them mostly with all the chicken, veggies, and such. So by the end of it, we don’t end up with a pot of just shredded chicken, or just broth. It’s kind of perfect.
Gather
Turns out that I have a lot of clothes. I mean, a lot of clothes. Don’t get the wrong impression, you all know I’m cheap, but I’m also a clothes hoarder. Which means that I have bins of clothing that I never wear. Most of it is in excellent condition, I just never take it out to wear it. I get bored with it, the seasons change, or honestly, I just forget that I even have it. Whoops.
