It is my sister-in-law's birthday today. She has reached the grand old mental age of 12 (she wouldn't mind me blogging this: she cheerfully admits to not having emerged from adolescence yet, despite being a couple of years older than I am. Pesky chronological years that is. Not the kind that counts.) Anyway, we put on an early Christmas-come-birthday bash for her last weekend as she is going away to sunnier climes next week and will not return to dark and dreich Scotland until well into January.
In her honour we decided to decorate the Corbies and found the perfect tree to do it with. SIL was allowed the honour of picking her family's tree way back in the 1970s and managed to locate a particularly lurid purple tinsel number which the family were then stuck with forever. (The fact that their other little Christmas tree had a severed head hanging from it just added to the quirky charm of the seasonal decor.)
So, here, in all its glory, is Purple Tinsel Tree Mark II. This photo is especially for Jen who demanded photographic evidence when I described the thing to her. Here you go, Jen. Enjoy.
However, if you really want shiny..........look!