Tuesday…after the tree has gone

It always feels a bit melancholic taking the Christmas tree down…this year my son took control of the design, and although I’d have probably gone for less tinsel I actually really loved it!

Glass baubles have always been a bit of a thing for us, as each year we choose a new decoration, partly because when he was born ( a month before Christmas ) a friend gave him 3 baubles… …these are the 2 remaining ones from 2000! Last year we both opted for glass fungi… I had a thing for birds a while back, and that fat robin was my Granny’s… I used to be fixed to my sewing machine which produced these about 10 years ago… …a reminder of working in a stock room where I became obsessed with these bells glass droplets from my great grandmother’s chandelier… a small miscellany of gifts… ceramics made by my friend Holly Bell...Christmas robin gifts from Rebecca Bourne…
an irresistible Snork Maiden… The Inf ( the real life one can be found here in the second question…) My son’s choice… This year’s choice…

And a present from my Mum this year too, by designer Robert Welch… …and the crowning glory ( which sat at a jaunty angle beneath the petticoats of the Inf ) …and now the tree; de-frocked and cast outbut, as ever leaving it’s mark…for the hoover!