When I was little, I remember my grandparents always had a flocked Christmas tree. As a girl, I always loved sitting under my Memah and Papa’s white tree, it was so enchanting, like something out of a storybook. The tree had a crispy texture and funny smell, but I still loved it. Every single time I see a flocked tree in reminds me of my grandparents. (And that mothball scene when Lucy hides in the wardrobe before she discovers Narnia, strange but true.)
Growing up, my parents always kept it green and natural, so after I got married, I followed their lead. Never ever have I even considered a white Christmas tree in my house. At the lot the other day, while walking passed the flocked trees, I told my hub about my affection for my grandparent’s tree. Funny, we’ve spent fifteen Christmases together and he never knew!
So this year, we decided we wanted a flocked tree too, as a throwback to their generation. The decorations are a fun but unexpected mix of gold berries, mini disco balls, teal plastic garland, crystals, brown ribbons and mercury glass, and of course, new and old treasures.