following thanksgiving. I haven't always kept up the tradition, but
this year it felt right. Although I'm not really sure why, it was 75
degrees here in San Francisco, not exactly holiday weather.
After a full morning of errands (and a giant carnitas torta), Randall
and I set foot in the warm sunshine and picked out a Christmas tree. I
must admit that it felt a bit disconnected to do so. We ended up going
for this lil' six feet tall guy. It fits the space well and is a good
size for just the two of us. When we mounted it to the tree stand, we
ended up having to cut off a few of the branches on the bottom.
Instead of tossing them out, I went all martha Stewart and turned the
branches into a wreath. I'd never made a wreath before so it's a bit
wild in parts. It's fun though and I'm happy with how it turned out.
