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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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I live in Australia, my ancestry is in Cornwall. a Celt. a hedgewitch of sorts. I am an Earth Healer. I wear upcycled clothes, patchouli oil and Redback boots. A gypsy. An eccentric. a mystic. I am a searcher, a seeker, a pilgrim on Earth. I serve my guests, tea from an old silver teapot. I love Vervain, yarrow, chamomile & mint. I love to dream, to walk and to wonder

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December 13, 2005

it's beginning to look alot like Christmas


well * it's done !
our tree has been bought and decorated. a real one as tradition will have it
- although I did toss up for a minute whether or not to go for fake this year.
So I sent the soul mate of to the local fruit market to find 'our tree' and thankfully he didn't come back with the tallest one this year.
Last year - we needed a fire truck ladder to put the star on the top.
as per usual he dragged it inside, dropping pine needles everywhere
and I ran around like a mad fool looking for the tub to put it in - why is it never in the place it should be?
then it is time to position the tree - here in our household - tradition has it that words are said that should not be said, * and lots of them!! usually terse words at that.
& tempers must be frayed
until ms*robyn feels like throwing in the whole Christmas towel.
why does the soul mate, make such a production out of the tree gathering every year?
so - the tree is up, tied to light fittings, window frames and cornices
so that it won't fall down even if we are hit by Cyclone Tracy and all is forgiven. And the tree is allowed to sit & settle.
time to decorate !
this tree is kinda like a memory & love tree -
decorations are either made by our children or have been bought for a specific reason or occasion.
Like the miniature antique camera that we bought the year my dad died - he loved photography. Or the stork with a baby bundle hanging from its mouth - the year ms*sophie was born. A golf ball for the soul mate - this is his passion and many more. Plus all those lovely home made ones that I shared with you.
On top of the tree is a paper mache type star - made by ms*sophie at preschool aged 4.
ahh the memories as each decoration is taken out of the box.
almost forever
*I have bought each of my children a decoration each year that mean something to them
and when the son and ms*louisa were both married - I presented them with a box of their decorations to put onto their own tree -
which is why our tree is looking a little empty.....but I still love it !
because it is our tree

9 Comments:

Blogger Kali said...

It is special to you and yours ~ and that is how it should be...perfect!!

I loved the description of getting in up and anchored...thanks for the little giggles ;)

7:39 am  
Blogger ~NanCourt~ said...

How lovely and sweet!
It makes me a bit sad..if you take a peek at the pics of my home on my blog (yes, I actually POSTED!) this
Christmas, you will understand. I shied away from all sentimental decorations this year in favor of simply glitzy and flashy. It is my way of separating myself from still-too-painful memories. Losing one's Mom and having your only daughter growing up and away from home makes one a bit weepy, especially at Christmas. I think I am feeling a bit like you did after the recent wedding.......
This, too, shall pass.

12:10 pm  
Blogger Calidore said...

And it's beautiful and that's all that matters. :-)

1:43 pm  
Blogger Amy said...

Real pine trees might make a mess but you just can't beat them can you? Especially the smell...

3:07 pm  
Blogger Maggie Ann said...

Aren't those trees hard to get into the stands though? This is the first year that it has gone smoothly for my husband. Your tree is beautiful and I've enjoyed this post about your memories.

4:38 pm  
Blogger Barbara said...

I loved your post.

This is the first year that we have a "grown up tree".. I love the way you have yours and it made me very teary eyed, a reminder of my past - which has slipped away and a prompt that my two are preparing to leave the nest...

Son (16) was no where to be found and daughter (13)helped but went for a "theme" !!!!

Thank you for the handy and card - arrived last week - safe and sound

6:55 pm  
Blogger Garden girl said...

making a production out of stuff is a guy thing....trust me I have one like that at home! lol!

10:31 pm  
Blogger berryhead said...

Amazingly simple and PERFECT* Such sweet Sentiment behind the cherished ornaments* I Love it! xox

11:25 pm  
Blogger Lady Laurie said...

You have a beautiful tree,and I agree the smell of pine is just heavenly and hard to beat!

9:18 am  

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