Christmas Tree Delivery? Yes, Please.

Yes, I’m aware that it’s the beginning of summer & everyone is super stoked that the cold temperatures are behind us (for now). While we’re all in such a good mood about it… I’m going to make your upcoming winter & Christmas season easier to look forward to.

If you enjoy the smell of a fresh tree in your house… you don’t have to go through the hassle.


What if I told you… I came across a company that DELIVERS A FRESH CUT CHRISTMAS TREE TO YOUR FRONT DOOR? Delivers it. 

[Hilltop Christmas Tree Farm]

Hilltop Christmas Tree Farm

That means, you don’t have to battle the saw to free it from the stump, you don’t have to strap it onto your vehicle and pray it stays put; instead, you get to answer the front door and prop it in your tree stand.

Done. Merry Christmas, to you & yours.

Why am I telling you this in May? Because, if you sign up & reserve yours before September 1st on their website… you get 20% off.

Merry Christmas, AGAIN.


In case you’re wondering [since it’s May]…it will not be delivered before it’s time to decorate it, regardless how early you order

And yes… thank you for asking, I do accept gifts for sharing this with you.

Dear Size 10 Dress…

Dear Size 10 Dress,

I just received notification you’ve been delivered & currently you’re sitting patiently on my front stoop, in a box. I hope you had nice travels and you’re in good spirits because I might have some unpleasant things to say to you.

It’s not your fault.

Regardless of what I say, or the temper tantrum I have while trying to get you to zip, please remember that I need you. We’re in this together – very tightly.

You’re going to be worn in a wedding in June & I intentionally ordered you too small.


This is not the first time I’ve done this. If you’d like… I can place you next to my Size 8 wedding dress that went through similar verbal abuse from me. Perhaps, she can help you get through it.

In 5 months, we’ll be getting along much better & I’ll thank you for the encouragement. Currently, we’re not speaking; I might even leave you in the box for a week or two.

It’s not you, it’s me.