Yes, I know, it's mid-January. But I'm not quite ready to pack this up.
This is my aluminum Christmas tree. It's the fifth one that I have owned. The other four have gone to Etsy, and from there, to homes in Colorado, California, Texas and Indiana.
This one is a new find. It turned up last fall at a garage sale.
The woman selling it said that her father brought home two of them in the early 1960s. He was working at an appliance store that was giving them away. Yes, you read that correctly. I did say giving them away.
For years, he would set up one tree in the breezeway of their home. The other tree, which she said was never assembled, was stored down in the basement.
I think that was the tree that I bought. The branches gleam very brightly and are in very good condition. They are even a few extra branches and I think they might be from the other tree.
On the day of the garage sale, I camped out in front of her house to get first dibs. I was surprised that I didn't have any competition for it. It was $20, which, yes, was quite a steal.
It didn't have a stand, but a few weeks later, I found one at the thrift store for $5. And then I found a color wheel at an estate sale. It was another bargain at $4.
The atmosphere that the wheel creates makes me reluctant to put everything back in the basement. I haven't grown tired of coming home, turning on the color wheel, and watching the sparkles dance across the ceiling.
And when I look up, there's the tree topper. It's a 1960s plastic angel that seems just perfect. I think I paid a whole quarter for her at a church rummage sale.
Yes, she is wrapped around the tree with a bit of wire. It seemed the way to go because I didn't want to damage the branch at the top.
I'll let you know if its still up at Easter.