I, like most children, spent my holiday breaks glued to the television, consuming endless streams of corny Christmas movies. Inside those impossibly inviting homes were even more impossibly enchanting trees, which were towering, twinkling, and (one assumes) freshly chopped. But alas, I grew up in L.A., where the only things evergreen were palm trees, and as an adult, I chose to live in New York – a city where I can’t fit a full-sized sofa, let alone a full-sized spruce for my Christmas decorating ideas.
So when I attended Shea McGee’s holiday preview a couple of months ago, I spotted a solution: a faux spruce, pre-lit to perfection and planted in a characterful pot that I immediately wanted to repurpose come spring. Standing a modest four feet tall, it glows even in the tightest of corners – no needles, no watering, and, at just twelve inches wide, no sacrifice of real estate.
