Red light, green light – Hive and Nest

You guys know I love Mister, right? He’s just not the handiest guy around.  As in not handy at all.  And apparently Christmas lights fall into the “handy” category.  We haven’t had them in years; not since we lived in Oregon and had some out-of-work Russians who would hang ours for really cheap.

This year I took matters into my own hands. With the girl’s best friend (a glue gun) by my side I did a bang-up job.  Before I started I went on a little recon mission.  I drove around the neighborhood to see what the popular color schemes are this year so I would know what not to pick.  (I like to be different in my own little way.) You should know that white lights are completely my taste. Lovely and classy as they are, though, they’re a dime a dozen. As are multicolors.  As are icicle lights.  There are a few oddballs in the neighborhood with blue lights (for Hanukkah?).  Or all red lights like a guy in my cul-de-sac (It gives his house a nice Satanic feel).  One strange person down the street has green and white lights (Happy St. Patrick’s Day!).  But nobody has strictly red and green, so that’s the color scheme I went with.

After fiddling with timers, extension cords and light sensors I finally got all the lights to work. The big lights are very finicky and the display blew five fuses before I figured out that when the package says “no more than three stands plugged together”, it was serious.  Our house now screams “Merry Christmas”.  

I lack the basic photo skills to adequately capture the holiday magic, but you get the idea.