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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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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.

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December 10, 2005

the ghost of Christmas past


most years we have had a real live Christmas tree - my dad was a truck driver and each year at Christmas time, when he delivered the fruit to the markets - he would bring us our tree. This was taken Christmas 1961. It isn't a gorgeous thick tree , nor has it a good shape. It was quite sparse & spindly but how much fun we had decorating it! * little santa lights, tinsel and foil swags * folded paper balls, snowmen and birds with feather tails * glass baubles * bon-bons and right at the very top sat the Christmas fairy - her head was plaster & she wore a dress made of duck feathers - all these decorations would be highly collectable now - but sadly they were lost in a flood a few years later. I have spent quite a few years trying to find similar for my vintage tree - to recreate my childhood one. And look at all those presents wrapped under the tree!

posted by Miss Robyn | 2:50 pm

4 Comments:

Blogger Everydaythings said...

I like the memories that your posts evoke...you say it so well.

11:14 pm  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

Your ornaments would have been collectors items today for sure. I love the little stars on your tree. It was a different world when we were children..wasn't it! I remember everything seemed so safe and Grandma's house was heaven on earth. Little things meant the world to us as children and we treasured it all. Memories make good friends, don't they.

5:34 am  
Blogger Rachel said...

That tree was sparse and spindly but lovely all the same! Reminds me of some of our trees back then. We used to make chains with popcorn and other homemade decorations! It was so much fun. Thanks for the memories....

6:03 am  
Blogger Boxwood Cottage said...

Ah what a lovely picture Robyn! And soo vintage! My Dad gave me an old b & w picture of myself and my older cousin, when I was about 6 (1969) on saturday and I've also posted it on my blog, because it is kind of christmassy. Good memories!

8:22 pm  

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