'Moments of urgent need to share, snatched from between the jaws of a jobs list from Satan.'
Thursday, December 18, 2008
This is Grandma's tree, which always comes out of the loft fully-decorated and ready to rock, with decorations dating back to the sixties combined with modern full-on tat - which she loved. I owe many of my creative genes to Blonde Grandma.
I've shown this one rather than my own tree, as Grandma died a few days ago, and I will miss this little over-decorated beast this year, and the next, probably.