Saturday, December 11, 2010

The Tschotske Tree

At night, we've got a pretty tree.

During the day, it looks a little outrageous.

Like some crazy display in a second hand shop. Cluttered with a ridiculous number of ornaments that have no rhyme or reason to the outsider looking in.

I suppose that's what happens when you've been collecting holiday ornaments for what seems like forever. The tree keeps getting bigger and bigger. Chapters of your life become more apparent.

I've had a few tasteful years, when I purchased super duper expensive collectibles. I've enjoyed many more years, when cheapskate tschotskes (like this s'more, a favorite of mine) took center stage.

And, I'll bet it's like that with everybody. When you haul out the boxes of ornaments, each and every year, it's a guaranteed jaunt down memory lane.

Because ornaments hold all sorts of special memories. Of the places we've been, people we knew and the people we used to be, way back when we decided to buy them.

Around here, it's a new ornament for every year...
commemorating life's adventures, big and small.

When we learned how to fish:


And, skate...


And, ski:


When we saved up our pennies. 
For a much needed city fix:


When I moonlighted.


As a bartender!


To afford the cottage:


Where we could garden.


And, ride horses.

Forever and a day. 

PS: Invest in some bubble lights. You'll be glad you did. :D

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