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Christian Lacroix

I have a little bit of a problem when it comes to picking my Christmas tree....

I can't help myself and it has become a definite running joke between my husband and I but I have to have the ugliest tree.

I think its probably connected to a deeper psychotic no, not psychotic wrong word, psychological issue.

I just watch families etc.. picking out their beautiful perfect trees and I'm watching as this manky old bent tree gets pushed to the side, kicked, climbed on, dragged out the way so that kids can clamber to their perfect supermodel specimens and I just can't help going for the Ugly Betty...

When I've got it into the car and look at my my husband's smirking face ( I think deep down he feels the same) I know that it will sit in the corner of my room, loved and appreciated in it's perfect/imperfectness.