Positively Victorian in scope

is my Christmas decorating. I've got so many Xmas decos out now the only way I'll get out of the apartment is up my chimney which won't be easy because my fireplace is a fabulous fake! I've dehoarded the Christmas dekkie closet and I've still got tons not even put up. Quite naturally my momentary attempt to put tinsel on the tree was diverted when my cat found the only one piece that got away. In my successful attempt at getting it back from the gullet of the boy who would at Christmas rename himself as MrSparklyPoo I ended up throwing away all that cheap Chinese made tinsel. No festive litter tray this year, My Angel.

I remember those days of 50's Christmas trees - not just from the "Christmas Story" but the real thing - that dripped with aluminium/tin tinsel hanging there solid and sparkling in the big bulb lights. No twinkle lights for us yet. They were to come. This new mylar tinsel is pretty enough but it gets away in the slightest breeze and sticks to you like burnt on sugar sticks to the cookie sheet. I gave in and spent money on Christmas decos, which I had planned not to this year and have been pretty good about it, and bought some real tinsel on Ebay. Thick, heavy, made of metals - this tinsel will hang like it should on a festive, overly decorated Christmas tree. The only problem is it's used and I'll have to iron each strand. That's a kicker - a person who avoids ironing like it spreads tuberculosis ironing 19' long strands of tinsel. My life is full. :D