In my never ending quest to hang random crap on my chandelier, I present my latest adventure: Pineapples.
Don’t ask why. It wasn’t on purpose. I went to the Dollar Tree luau section (yes they have a luau section) hunting for flamingos for cake toppers (which I got) ….but, they had some honeycomb paper pineapples that I could not pass up. I thought, What’s one dollar for a feat of tissue paper engineering?
So I bought six.
No judgements. The Dollar Tree has that effect on me.
I was thinking they’d make a good garland but as soon as they were home they told me they wanted to hang out with the chandelier, Mrs. Snow. I told them Mrs. Snow was busy displaying disco balls, but they were like, “Hello we are pineapples. Disco balls are like our native habitat.”* and who was I to argue with that?
*Okay, that was a liberal use of quotation marks. You got me.
Well, I like them. They’ll probably come down in a week or two but for now they make me feel like putting on a grass skirt and hula dancing, which, in my book, is an excellnt use of six bucks.