I saw them used on a mantle display at Hula Seventy this past Spring and decided right then and there I needed to start collecting them.
I was on a real hot streak -- found 'em at three estate sales in a row...
Then nothing. Like 200 garage sales later kind-of-nothing.
And you know how that goes... You always want what you can't have, and I WANT MORE TREES.
I go to garage sales and ask for them.
I ask my friends who go to garage sales to ask for them.
I text my mother when she's at garage sales and remind her to ask for them.
No one has been able to get me MORE TREES.
And yes, I know I can buy them at Michaels or Jo-Anns all new and fresh, sealed in a cellophane bag. But those are rookie bottle brush trees. I want the old guys. The senior citizens of bottle brush trees. The wise ones that know a thing or two about Christmas and have seen Santa come down the chimney.
Those are the kind of tress that are deserving of a place in
the spotlight a vintage mason jar at the