I remember the year my parents decided to flock their own Christmas tree with canned spray-on fake snow. My mom had read an article that said to get the most “natural” look for your “snow,” you should spray the flocking into the air above the tree and let it settle like snow onto the branches.
Mom did the directing, Dad did the flocking, and I did the watching. Mom pointed out the angle Dad should spray the flocking, he pressed the spray button, and we waited for flocking magic to occur. Nothing happened. Where the heck did the flocking go?
Well, my parents had forgotten to take into account the fact that we didn’t have a cathedral ceiling. My dad had just flocked the ceiling. We all laughed so hard, I think my sides still ache from it to this day.
They took the tree out into the carport and did the “flock snowing down onto the tree” outside. The ceiling stayed flocked for many years. I’m not really sure why they never cleaned it up. But it gave me many years of funny stories to tell my friends when they’d looked a little scant-eyed at the living room ceiling.
Now I’m wondering if I might have a photo somewhere?