I believe wholeheartedly in ‘better late than never.’ Admittedly, I was a little tardier than my normal tardy with Christmas decorations this year. We have a tradition at Chez V of putting up the tree and decorations on the Friday after Turkey Day but this year was a different story. And to think I had grandiose ideas for decorating this year with you lovelies in mind. Alas, the best laid plans of mice and men…
But never you fear, I did finally get the tree up and I was able to execute at least one of my large marge schemes. At long last! I call her the Christmas Tree Porch Canopy. This is the second time I have rocked this lil lassy and she’s even more fantastical than I remembered.
The first time I did this was on a freezing December weekend back in 2004 when I was living with my sister. mr. V and my sis helped me the first time – you know back when mr. V was still my fiance and up for anything so long as it impressed me. Let me assure you those days are looooong gone. So what took 3 of us one weekend to complete the first time, took me 2 weeks to do this time because I was Hans Solo and insanely busy with work. I should say that this go ‘round mr. V did give me the go ahead, albeit begrudgingly (because I have been threatening to do this at Chez V ever since that first execution), and he did build my frame. But no help for the labor intensive part which is weaving greenery, lights, and ornaments on a 20’ by 7’ porch ceiling. Side eye.
|lots of this...|
|went into this - the frame with chicken wire|
|same view - completed|
Not going to sugar coat it – this is a total pain in the arse. It’s a lot like climbing up a ladder, bending in half backwards with a craned neck and up stretched arms to attach a sprig of greenery, climbing back down the ladder, moving the ladder a few inches and doing it all over again. Times 50,000 times.
|Pieti loves to photo bomb|
I can not take one ounce of credit for the idea – only my execution. I got the original idea from a 2004 feature of Lawrence Adkins and David Dempsey’s Atlanta bungalow in Cottage Living (RIP).
|with lights on|
Totally worth the shredded hands and herniated spine. I walk out on the porch each evening and feel like I am under a huge Christmas Tree, dreaming of sugar plum fairies or red soled shoes…
kisses, mrs. V