A DIY Christmas Tree Failure

By: Sarah Munne

I'm a newlywed and a first year teacher. I don't have a lot of classroom decor, but I try to be creative instead of spending a lot of money for bulletin board supplies. I'm not complaining! I just want to set the scene for what you are about to see.

Back in October, I was spending my free hour browsing Pinterest for a DIY Christmas tree for my classroom. I wasn't about to tell my husband that I needed to buy TWO Christmas trees this year. I really couldn't find what I wanted, so I combined a few ideas and came up with this concept drawn on a post-it note.

I was so excited! All I needed was some spray paint and some fishing wire! Way to go, Sarah. You are so frugal and creative. Your husband and students and fellow teachers will be in awe!

Welp, I spent hours measuring and cutting cardboard, spray painting them in compatible green colors, and generally feeling very proud of myself.

Today, Josh and I went to hang this Christmas tree. I'll let the pictures speak for themselves. It is now in the dumpster, and I have a few snowflake ornaments hanging from my classroom ceiling. Merry Christmas, fellow fail-ers.

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