the inaugural tannenbaum

The past year (give or take a little) has been a year of many firsts: getting married, buying our first place, living through our first survival epic, running my first race. But now we have truly arrived: we have acquired our first Christmas tree.

This is my first real Christmas tree ever, and I'm a total neophyte. I had no idea how much one would or should cost, what type of tree to get, how to get it home, how to keep it from turning quickly into a pile if tinder. But fortunately Mark knows what he's doing.

We went to the Christmas tree "store" in the vacant lot at the corner of Santa Monica Blvd. and Beverly Glen, and checked out the selection.

Douglas firs on the left, noble firs on the right, all from Oregon. 

We picked ours out, and then trusted that it and the car roof would get along.

Mark nervously preparing to drive the mile home with the tree precariously balanced on the roof.

The Christmas tree at home, having survived the trip.

All dressed up with no place to go.

A few of my favorite ornaments.

 

 
Chelsea is kind of like an ornament.