In the spirit of our current #styleXmas giveaway, I decided that one should not only dress #styleXmas but also, to live #styleXmas. I woke up this morning, stared at my minimalistic (in my mum’s words, “Walao, so empty what style is this?”) apartment, and realized there was nothing very “style” nor “Xmas” about it. Something very obvious was missing here.
And then it finally struck me.
Ok you no-life-workaholic, you need a fireplace. And a fabulous Christmas tree with lots of blue boxes underneath.
I know a fireplace is not only out of the question but would also reaffirm my state of insanity in the eyes of my loved-ones. But I do pine for the scent of a real, live and thick Christmas tree, and I should get one for myself… before …before Christmas is over. “Today”! I thought to myself with zest, yes, “procrastinate no further, I shall do it today”! There was only one problem. To do that I have to force my lazy body out of bed*. I have to face the world out there again.
[*Disclaimer: I feel so beaten after a week at work, that weekends are usually reserved for me, my bed and I.]
Far East Florist, here I come.
As in all things in my life, Kismet always plays a huge part. I immediately fell love-at-first-sight-head-over-heels-in love with this giant tree!
But as fate also never fails to play that tragic joke on me (cue all my unrequited love requiem over the past 3 decades), it soon dawned on me that the tree of my eye will not fit in my bachelorette pad. Not at all.
So I settled on this cute little 5-feet under-dog.
One clumsy hour later, with pride and joy, I placed my favorite trophy on top of the tree, and ooh la la: my own Little Black Beauty Box Tree.
After this exercise, I actually have a better understanding of what #styleXmas represents.
It is a state of mind.
It is being in the moment.
It is not over thinking.
It is an energy.