The church I've been going to - Monty's church* - has a display of trees in its garden over Christmas. Little wooden trees that needed sprucing up. I offered to do one.
"How much?!"
£18!!!
This afternoon, rather than sit around limply wondering what to do, I decided I'd paint the tree. First of all I pulled off the tinsel and removed the staples. The bottom branch was a bit wobbly so I went to the shed, got a nail, and hammered it in.
Well, this is easy I thought. Then I noticed the nail had gone skewiff. I couldn't get it out and it was doing the job required anyway so I just painted over it.
Now if Husband had been there he would have insisted on rubbing the tree down first, then finding a headless nail, and then making sure it went in neatly. Fortunately he was cooking dinner.
The paint isn't quite the colour I was intending - I'd planned a darker tree - but it will do. I am adding a snowy layer and sparkly bits so no-one will notice the colour or the nail, will they?
*I suppose I've been going there long enough to call it church without the 'Monty's'.
And we're still getting tasty figs from our tree in the garden.
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