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Christmas Has Tumbled Down From The Attic!

Tumbling Out Of The Attic!, Rocking Dog

Tumbling Out Of The Attic!

Yes Indeed, Christmas has tumbled down from the attic! As Andyman passed boxes and bags down from the hatch even I had to say “Houston we have a problem”! Andyman quickly changed the “we” to a “you have a problem”. However, he was kind enough to go onto say that for 50 weeks of the year the hoarding is confined to the attic.

This year we had another attic hatch installed…..handy that! Thankfully, Andyman emerged from Number 3 attic cobwebbed, dusty, remarkably composed and good humoured despite dealing with the seemingly endless haul.

Every year I look forward to unwrapping familiar festive treasures. There are decorations from childhood, travels, ones handmade by family and friends and those charity shop finds. There are decorations with previous life histories- escutcheons which would have graced doors and furniture, chess pieces, and crystal drops from elaborate chandeliers. There is no mitchy- matchy colour scheming or theming, this is all about nostalgia and kitsch!

I met with a friend last night and she somewhat guiltily confessed that she puts up cards from previous years. Kindred spirits we are, for I too have a stash of cards which come out each year. They are a mixture of vintage cards, together with ones that friends and family have designed and made. I recently bought a Christmas Card order book dating from 1961. Contained within the book were actual cards depicting holly gathering bobble hatted children, cutesy dogs, snow scenes and stocking hung fireplaces. The oddest card is one depicting a hammer and wine glass! Maybe i’ll create a 1960’s tableau this year with my cards, putz houses a couple of Babycham glasses, bowls of Twiglets and Cheese Footballs and technicolour tinsel galore!

Over the next few days Grinching will be done, and the house will look at its best. I always think this is a winter loving home.

I hope your preparations for Christmas are going well. Not long to go before the manic scramble for the last sprout begins!

Glass Dome Doggy, Rocking Dog

Glass Dome Doggy

Glittery Pickles, Rocking Dog

Glittery Pickles

For The Tree, Rocking Dog

For The Tree

Deer, Deer!, Rocking Dog

Deer, Deer!

Tissue Wrapped Nativity, Rocking Dog

Tissue Wrapped Nativity

Hand Embroidered Noel, Rocking Dog

Hand Embroidered Noel

Scandi' Yule, Rocking Dog

Scandi’ Yule

Escutcheons To Hang, Rocking Dog

Escutcheons To Hang

Every Year Cards, Rocking Dog

Every Year Cards

Cheap Jewels Old & New!

Vintage Baubles!, Rocking Dog

Vintage Baubles!

I was on a mission to buy gifts but found myself drawn to venturing into “Top Shop” for a reccy . I know that the young ones think it’s a haunt solely for them, and true I would not look good in play-suits, hot pants, or a pleather mini ….but I love Top Shop! I have bought a great dog tooth linen coat and a fab’ textured jacket there (sshh! don’t tell my niece, she’s got the same one and it’s not exactly cool that her middle aged aunt has one too!). I never pay full price, patiently waiting for coveted items to hopefully appear on clearance rails.

This time I found jewels. You know my motto, more is more, so I layered a number of necklaces together until enough was enough! All were reduced and came to a grand total of £10. Result! They will look great on my perennial winter black “uniform” or indeed against the summer white linen (which will soon be destined for winter storage). Well chosen accessories, be it jewellery or scarf can really make the difference to an outfit, adding colour, personality and pazazz.

Other cheap jewels in my hoard are older. I am a real coward and I cannot bear the prospect of having my ears re-pierced, so, I have a collection of clip-on earrings. My girls find it quite incredulous that I will not rise to the challenge of the piercing gun when i’ve endured operations, donated my bone marrow (twice) and gone white water rafting! I love my clumpy clip-ons and particularly love my beaded knitted ? 60’s ones that I bought in Leeds. It was the same day that I was in a vintage shop with Ricky Wilson… swoon!

In the course of my recent redecorating escapade I re-found a dress which had been my Mum’s. I’m sure this psychedelic number would have been adorned with strings of 60’s plastic beads and clumpy earrings. I vividly remember my mum making this dress, originally it was ankle length with side slits and she wore it with plaited gold sling back sandals. The amazing fabric I rather think came from a shop in City Road, Bristol. We nicknamed the retail establishment the cat pee shop, it indeed did have a very overpowering characteristic odour! This was a dress for going to a 60’s party in. Think Cheese Footballs, Twiglets and Cinzano!

Holidays as a child were quite often taken in static caravans and my Mum would sometimes take her Singer sewing machine with her. She’d run up clothes, curtains and bridesmaid dresses. She must have cursed the fact that my sister and I were bridesmaids three times. Each wedding required an intricate lined dress in varying 60’s/70’s styles and hues.

Back to jewels, I am a girl of simple tastes and pleasures!

Top Shop Treasure, Rocking Dog

Top Shop Treasure

Mish-Mash Bling!, Rocking Dog

Mish-Mash Bling!

Top Shop Pearls, Rocking Dog

Top Shop Pearls

Beaded Tat!, Rocking Dog

Beaded Tat!

Now..What Jewels .., Rocking Dog

Now..What Jewels ..

French Camping 1970's, Rocking Dog

French Camping 1970’s