from the hunt.
sidewalk tree lots and the hunt for my very own little tree will forever
be one of my favorite memories of christmas. new york is the only place i've
ever had my own tree and this is the only way i know how to do it.
last night i fell in love with the daintiest tree and brought it home with me. i woke
this morning to the sweet smell of coffee and pine, and a telling trail of pine
needles leading from my door. evidence of christmas.
see last year's tree.