80 metres of white electrical tape.
That's a lot of tape, to wind around branches. At various stages through that process (over 3 hours last night) I did wonder, if our tree would just look crap. But Rob and I, high on the smell of plastic tape, pushed on, despite the dogs trying to distract us by throwing their tennis balls around and wanting to go outside or snuggle on the window seat. The verdict at the end, was, I have to say, that we were very happy with our little tree and pretty darn pleased with ourselves. So happy I did a silly dance. I took photos with the iPhone that don't really do it justice. Then I sat for another half an hour with the lights on in the dark just gazing at it, in a moment, as Nigella would say, of quiet pride.
This morning I felt bleary eyed, but still got up early to decorate the tree with some simple red balls, my Christmas reindeer, and red Lindt balls, before work.
I love it. We love it. It suits the hut, with our Scandinavian, modernist, country, thing we have going on. Can't wait to get home tonight and decorate the rest of the house.
P.S. There's only 24 sleeps til Christmas!