Getting the Christmas tree is never a simple endeavor. It's an all day affair. Three hours of walking around the tree farm, me, shlepping through mud and dirt, over rocks and brambles in my heels (obviously I wore heels for this). Arguments over which tree we should get ensued.
After all was said and done, we ended up with a Frasier Fir from the parking lot behind the Kohl's. Don't judge.
But I put a lot of though into the perfect tree-getting outfit and arrived here, at gingham and fur.