Seriously, a pink tree. Love it.
I grew up with real trees, and I tend to prefer them (just ask my super, who intercepted me trying to get a 10-foot tree through the door by myself a couple of years ago — well, there’s a garden center a couple of blocks away, and I have a wheelie cart, and high ceilings, and it didn’t look all that big or unmanageable when it was outside, at least until I tried to get it in the door). Since then, I’ve sort of discovered the beauty of fake trees.
But if I’m gonna have a fake tree, it’s not going to be passing as a real tree. I want 50s white, or 80s pink, or silver. If I want a green tree, I’m going for the full fire hazard and getting myself a Douglas fir that’s been sitting out in the cold for a while and then spiked into my heavy-duty iron treestand.
Embrace the faux. That’s my motto.