Hi! I'm Julie, a feisty, redhead from Grand Island, NY, who's passionate about decorating our home with my own unique style. I don't follow the crowd, but trust my gut instead. I hope to inspire you to try some of my ideas. I also love to cook and share my secret recipes. My family begs me to make my homemade meatballs and pizza. I hope you will try them and hang out with me for a while. Click here to contact me.
Decorating the Christmas Tree
 
There he is…
my big tree lover. This picture has become a tradition at our house. This tree was heavy. The biggest one yet. Here is proof that he’s obsessed with how tall the tree is. 
Decorating the tree has always been one of my favorite things to do.
It all stems from childhood. Watching my Dad get out that big cardboard box of decorations every year was such a treat. I often think this is where my love for “decorating” began. I remember him laying the old-fashioned light bulbs on the living room floor, 
Check out Bobby’s sock’s!
I remember that Santa Claus that is by me there. I loved him so much. I must have been on break here… get to work Red! Okay… 
You can see here how the tree is missing a big chunk in the back…whoops-missed that!
Us dancing at our wedding…
My Mom has given me many, many ornaments over the years. This is an egg she got because Daphne had a tutu this color. It reminded her of that.
I got this for Rick after Dale Earnhardt died. He was, and still is a big fan.
Me in first grade…Mrs. Plant’s class. What’s up with that scary Santa??? I recall cutting this paper…I loved the shiny red foil. I remember tracing the circle with a plastic lid and using glitter, which is mostly faded.
These foil bells were my Grandfather’s, and they must be over 50 years old. I am trying to preserve them.
Val’s artwork
Accidents do happen… one of our favorite ornaments broke this year. The Tin Man was given to me by Rick’s Aunt in memory of my brother who loved the Wizard of Oz. It slipped out of my hand.
It’s okay… we cheered up after we found his replacement.
The ornaments are special, and they remind us of our past.
When a special one breaks it reminds us how fragile life is. The memories you make with your family are what matter most. 
Don’t forget the party is still non-stop, and my little Santa helper, Jen, just featured a bunch of partiers over at her place… Just click here:
Love,
 
You may also enjoy my other Christmas posts from this year:
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