For years, I've been wanting to do a Christmas in July post. I guess all those commercials about unseasonable Hallmark movie marathons and mattress sales got to me. My hook? Hanging some new necklaces from my, not Christmas, but still at-least-semantically-winter-themed snowball tree. And today, on the very last day of the month, I thought, hey, no time like the present. So I hauled my little stepstool, phone, and four necklaces out to the yard. And discovered that my beautiful tree, which always looks so pristine from my kitchen window, was positively swarming with winged things, some of which were -- gulp -- bees. Now, I'm all for suffering for my art, but even I have my limits. In my thirty-nine years, I've never been stung by a bee, and I wasn't about to tempt fate today. So I hightailed it back into the house and photographed my necklaces the way Santa intended, on nice, safe poster board sprinkled with mini pine trees.
Stay tuned for when Christmas really rolls around and I dig out my pre-lit palm tree for a beach day in December.