Today the FROST event began and hot off the new releases from Belleza, you can find exclusive FROST skins for Ethan, Dylan and for the cheries, Kate. I am very fond of the facial hair offered for the FROST edition of the Ethan skin. A nice touch of eyeliner and all the tones you crave and love, it’s a steal of a deal for 700L each. This is a nice addition to expand your existing skin collection or the Ethan line itself, equally if you want to get the Dylan or Kate!
This post began as a highlight for the FROST skins, but wound up being something far more for me, visually and introspectively. I ended up walking down memory lane, back to my childhood. What’s that got to do with anything Chance you might be sayin? Well, I’ll tell ya a little story and maybe it will make a bit more sense as to why it turned from just me showing off the skin, to me recalling something far more important; the beauty that can be found in all things.
While I was taking this photo, Botanical released some new mesh trees, which you can see in the images. I love trees, absolutely adore them. As a child I often was found climbing them, using them as launch pads for my G.I.Joe’s and Star Wars action figures. Equally any tree that grew fruit, I was avidly watching, eager to pick the fruit once ripe to enjoy with my family and often my dogs too. So I purchased the new trees to add to our sim, and while doing so saw this adorable little Botanical Mesh Sad Little Tree.
It is what turned these images into something more, deeper and a trip down an eight year old’s pursuit for the perfect Christmas tree.
Mon Mama had sent Mon Papa and I to pick out the Christmas tree, as was our tradition. That year the place we bought our trees from had closed down, so Mon Papa bundled me up and took me across the city to a different tree place that he knew grew and replaced the trees, instead of just mass produce and chop chop chop without replenishment.
When we got to the tree place, they were bringing in a new set of trees from the farm they grew them on in the Sandia Mountains. In that load a small little tree had made it into the bunch, though it was very pathetic to say the least, torn branches, very scarce and a few inches shy of 4 feet tall. One of the workers yanked the tree out and shoved it down on its trunk, giving a scowl and grumble of words before ordering the young high school guys who worked there to send it off to be chopped.
I watched them take it to the side of the building and toss it with all the trimmings they had placed there from pruning the other trees. When mon Papa walked me around to see the big lush trees, I could not get the little pathetic tree out of my head. For to me it was not pathetic, it was special and somehow I had forged a bond with the sad little tree.
When we got closer to the building again, I tugged on mon Papa’s large hand, looking up at his blue eyes and informed him that there was one more tree that we had to look at. He let me lead him to the sad little tree in the pile that was meant to be put in the huge branch shredder, and I pointed and said, “That’s my tree.” Of course mon Papa was a very gentle man, and drew the little tree out, propping it up on its make-shift stand, dusting it off and looked at me, asking if I was sure, for it truly was a pathetic tree!
Arriving home, mon Mama was of course expecting a big full tree as we had every year. Much to her surprise, that is not what mon Papa and I brought into the house. He gave her a look that couples gain over the years, that moment of saying almost mentally, just go with it cherie! Unbeknownst to me, their parental mental conversation had, he exuberantly expressed how much I wanted this tree, and “Look how lovely the tree is Mama!” Which of course only reiterated what I felt to begin with, and so we set that little sad tree up in our loving home, decorated it with the utmost of care and joy, and it for that Christmas was the most beautiful of things we shared that holiday together.
Mon Mama tells this story to me every year, since I was eleven years old and spent my first Christmas without mon Papa, he having died in January of that same year. Our first Christmas without him, picking out the Christmas tree was very hard, but I held her hand just as tightly and we found the beauty in the perfect tree with tears in our eyes, and that story of an eight year olds love for a tree.
There is beauty to be found in all things. I hope this holiday season you too can find that special something to cherish for many years to come.
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