Star light, star bright
When I was a kid, my grandparents had a Christmas star that they would put up on the roof of their house every winter. It had been around for a long time - surely since before I was born - and it was lit up with those wonderful old-style big white bulbs. It was a simple, beautiful decoration, and I adored it.
My grandfather stopped putting up the star several years ago, and unfortunately he also got rid of it before we had a chance to stage a rescue.
No matter!
Last year Chelsea gave me a Christmas star of my own. This is the first season we've had an opportunity to hang it up, and it looks fantastic:
We had originally planned to hang it from our chimney, on the other side of the house. This placement was Maria's idea - she said we wouldn't see it much on the other side of the house (which is true), and that we should hang it so that we see it every day. Smart girl.
My grandfather stopped putting up the star several years ago, and unfortunately he also got rid of it before we had a chance to stage a rescue.
No matter!
Last year Chelsea gave me a Christmas star of my own. This is the first season we've had an opportunity to hang it up, and it looks fantastic:
We had originally planned to hang it from our chimney, on the other side of the house. This placement was Maria's idea - she said we wouldn't see it much on the other side of the house (which is true), and that we should hang it so that we see it every day. Smart girl.
