Fortunately we found the Christmas decorations. I wasn’t quite sure where we’d stored them, as we thought we’d be back in
by Christmas. Instead, here we are in lovely Saltburn limbo and I was poised
for an afternoon of baking Skandi-style tree decorations*. But nestled under the
ski gear (again, stashed away in expectation of a winter spent elsewhere) there
they were. London
So we’ve decorated our house, stockings by the fire, lights on the tree, and so on. I was hoping for some wide eyed excitement from Lady P. Frankly, she’s still more interested in chasing the cat, chewing on a doll or playing hide and seek under tea towels. It’s probably a good thing. There's half a chance the tree will still be standing by Christmas.
One thing no-one who’s seen the tree has mentioned yet: the prominence of our
tree decoration. I put it up nice
and high and central, for we are heading to California soon and it’s on my mind every
Is there something to be read into the relative size and gaudiness of this LA-sourced decoration, next to our vintage Victorian-style Father Christmases, and little European dolls? Probably. As they say, if you’re going to be a bear, be a grizzly.
*I may not be able to restrain myself from that activity anyway