|front of house - featuring weak front porch lights|
|front of house and side entrance with|
half moon floating bush lights visible from front.
Eddie eventually went into the storage room and found the lights for Coach. Hate to say I told you that's where they were, so I kept my mouth shut. So Coach hung the lights, but since we are not the kind of people who prepare for Christmas that early he didn't turn them on for weeks.
Then he turned them on, and I must admit they should have been left in the box in the storage room. Mini has expressed her disgust at our lights. She has suggested that we just take them down. I have to agree that our Christmas lights probably cause most people to cringe.
|View from side of our bush lights - with|
Mary Ann's lights in view across the street.
|The view as you drive down|
the street. Lone bush mesh light. I should
mention that when utilized properly I think
the mesh lights on bushes looks lovely. One
bush, covered at the wrong angle.
Not very impressive.
|This is the view of the bush light from the|
front of the bush. The only people that see
this view are those that are pulling into our
driveway though, because
the half moon floating
visual is what most people see as
they drive down the street.
As you approach the house the bush-lights look like they are just floating out there in a half moon sort of way. There are no other lights on that side of the house. It just looks like we gave up, which I think is basically what happened.
Mini pointed out that our neighbors across the street from our garage side of the house (Mary Ann - if you haven't read about this sweet heart, well - I have just provided you with several links because she has given me quite a bit of material over the years. Yes, 'sweet heart' is sarcastic in case you didn't pick up on that) have utilized lights that match our lone bush-mesh deal.
Translation: it looks like we ran across the street and snagged the bush light blanket thingie from Mary Ann's house and tossed them on our bush. Then we slunk back in our house to sit back and continue to be lazy/horrible neighbors.
Not to worry. Mary Ann doesn't suspect that we actually stole her lights, or she would have marched her butt over and verbally assaulted me.