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daily parcels * tied up in string *

daily musings of a vintage addict * I am totally obsessed with all things vintage * trying to keep up with my past...and sometimes ordinary everyday life

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Location: Katoomba, NSW, Australia

here I am in a little cottage that evokes the energies of my ancestral lands - a cottage on the moors of Cornwall, or on the cliff tops of Ireland or Scotland. It has a hearth. I am a hedge witch {of sorts}. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. I am a gypsy; an eccentric and a mystic [I often live with a foot in two worlds]. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. Star watcher and Moon gazer. story cloth weaver. keeper of family dreams and wishes. good friend and creator of life. herbal tea drinker and potion maker.

Plan ahead and dream of all the beautiful things that life has to offer

December 03, 2005

the ghost of Christmas past

I was a Christmas baby - well - nearly! I was actually due to be born Christmas day 1957 but well....as my Nan use to say * everything in its own good time* so I came into the world January 1st 1958...... so I had to wait a whole year til my first Christmas. I was the first child of my parents and the first grandchild of my dear Nan & Pa...so you can imagine how spoilt and doted on I was....... note the bonnet that I wore ! introducing ms*robyn at age 11mths.
sitting on santa's knee most probably in David Jones store in the city


Blogger Rachel said...

You were a cute little girl sitting there on Santa's lap! I love the bonnet too.

8:28 am  
Blogger Kali said...

Robyn ~ what a cutie! How lucky are you to have pictures of yourself at such a young age...we lost most of ours during Cyclone Tracy, Christmas 1974.

8:41 am  
Blogger Amy said...

awwww how sweet, I remember those santa photos too.

8:59 am  
Blogger berryhead said...

WOW you're A D O R A B L E! Love that post! and that Santa looks quite lovely! tehehehee :)

9:04 am  
Blogger Dixie said...

What an wonderful photo. We are both January babies!

9:09 am  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

You are sweet looking and the bonnet is pretty...we don't see bonnets anymore, do we!

11:57 am  

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