O Christmas Tree…
As I too am about to get in a car and drive for 8 hours for Christmas, it’s time to bid you farewell for the year. And as is traditional, I’d like to do that by posting an incredibly lame and grainy picture of my Christmas tree. This year snapped with a large ugly garage in the background (that’s there all year round).
We’ll be back after the festivities to share what we got for Christmas, and I can tell you now I’m already wildly envious of Jill’s Kibbo Kift book, described here yesterday. Sadly, as she knows it will come back to her looking like a Great Dane has read it in a ditch, I doubt she’ll be lending it to me. Maybe I can read it through the window on New Year’s Day…. That bitterness aside, we both wish all our readers a Happy Christmas, and we can’t wait to wang on to you about our respective design obsessions in 2016. x
PS – if you need to escape from The Queen’s Speech/Downton/everything this Christmas can I recommend this BBC programme following a modern family re-enacting Christmases from the 40s to the 90s? It’s fun, festive, and when I spotted my Grandma’s green BerylWare plates used to serve up the Wartime stuffed beef heart I got a pang of nostalgia and a better understanding of how our own family Christmas must have evolved over the years. Plus next year I might well be posting a picture of my own version of their Wartime tree – wood off-cuts nailed together and painted green – far left of picture. I’ll be skipping the fake snow made of Asbestos though.
Hahaha yeah we’re at home but then the driving will commence on Boxing Day, not quite 8 hours but over 200 miles round trip. Our tree is fake on account of my dear hearts allergies. We discovered this after carting one home in the style of ‘When Harry met Sally.’ And yes ’twas romantic until his face swelled to the size of a space hopper and his eyes closed up completely. The lovely Douglas Fir was despatched to the driveway with a sign saying ‘free to a good home.’
Which brings me to reflect that often it’s the crap things we remember with such fond memories. Like the time my cousin on her first entertaining at Christmas wondered why the turkey wouldn’t cook until my Auntie fished out the giblets – bag and all. Or the other time l, when at another aunties, we ate traditional breakfast of ham tongue and pork pie (!) and I discovered what tongue actually was, as it lay on my Aunties chopping board. And hasn’t everyone been ill at Christmas too – memories of my projectile vomit being caught by my mother and her cat like reactions in a bundle of wrapping paper come flooding back. Whilst there was a fair bit of moaning at the time of these calamities they’ve since supplied more than their fair share of mirth.
So Happy Christmas and may you be blessed with something suitably bonkers so you can have a good ole chuckle about it in years to come.
Seasons greetings sisters xxxx
Have loved your blog this year.
Have a fab Christmas
🙂