Our lowly tree, squeezed in between the TV and the bookshelf.
Both of us were in agreement that we didn't want a small tree. Maybe a 5-foot one would do, we thought. However, we were faced with a dilemma in that space was a bit of a problem in our new apartment. Luckily we found a slim-fit tree. Yes, it's not just pants and shirts; Christmas trees come in slim-fit designs, too.
With the tree down, up next were the ornaments, which would prove more expensive than the tree itself. We settled for a green theme, with brown-tipped green faux poinsettias, green glittery contraptions, green ribbons, and some gold balls for contrast.
I'm still taller than the tree, not to mention fatter.
By the time we Kwittie Boy, the tree was already up.
The tree is still with us today and has since sported a handful of other themes through the years--from an all-gold color scheme, to an all-blue ensemble (LED lights included), and then to the classic red and gold. Putting up the Christmas tree is always a joy to me and is something I always look forward to.
But tearing it down is another story.