When I first told Tasos I wanted a black Christmas tree, he stared at me for a full five seconds. “Are we celebrating Christmas or something else?” he said. I showed him three photos. He was converted immediately. A black…
There’s something about wood that just makes Christmas feel more real to me. Not the plastic, not the tinsel — the wood. The warmth of it, the texture, the way it smells when you’re working with it in a heated…
I never thought I’d become someone who makes things to sell at Christmas. For years I was strictly a maker-for-fun — crafts spread across the kitchen table, the girls covered in paint, Tasos pretending not to notice the mess. But…
