We have the whole shebang up in the early '60s modern building where I work. I recognized that the tree was a great style match, but, 'till now, I hadn’t understood why the color wheel was a thing.
We had one. This is my mom, who died when I was a baby. I may or may not be in this photo, because she also wore this shift dress during her pregnancy.
Edit: I really can’t tell if she’s pleased or displeased with the tree.
i love the perceived tension going on here: the pressure to be joyous during the holidays, the gorgeous simplicity of the black dress, and her quiet expression.
It’s the indoor bit that was crazy, wasn’t the original idea that the trees stayed outside and then, after the solstice, they were set on fire to assist the returning sun to get properly started?
Things went wrong in Christianity when the timescale went haywire, so the dying-and-rising solstice festival got moved close to the equinox while the dark-and-light festival stayed in its proper place. If only myths were properly organised and curated by professionals instead of leaving it up to market forces.
I have one, and spent an hour setting it up. After installing the final glistening aluminum branch, my cat descended upon the industrial Christmas apparatus in such frenzy I decided it had no chance of survival. Back to the attic.