G’day and to those of you who celebrate, Happy Thanksgiving.
Here today we have a little dressed up table in honour of firstly this holiday and secondly my hand-grown, (is there any other way?) hydrangeas…who are smiling at me from the garden and very much pretty in pink.
I am totes aware that hydrangeas are probs not your first thought when Thanksgiving comes to mind…but here in the land of Down Under they are abundant right about now and as with many traditions, what is available, profuse and quite frankly, free, work so well.
I haven’t always celebrated Thanksgiving, obviously I am not American (tho I have an incy wincy spider yearning to live in the States at some point in my life…note to self: time is ticking…and a road trip to the heart of the U S of A is on our plan for when and if the Beach Cottage Crew ever leave us in peace, that takes in Italy with red geraniums on the windowsills, a terraced miners cottage in the valleys of Wales, an apartment in Poland and a trip across America in an Airstream).
Sorry I digress…I have written before about this strange (to me then) and lovely celebration that I first became aware of when working in a PR company deep in the heart of the trendy west end of L-o-n-d-o-n baby. (Incidentally I have heard that those ‘Pommie boys’ are really hot nowadays – information reliably supplied to me by way of one of the BC Crew. Who knew?)
Then I learned more of Thanksgiving when one of those celebratory chefs, who spends more on their fridge than most people do on a car, also mentioned his Thanksgiving delights in one of his books…
…and then finally as I became a serial-late-night-blog-surfing-world-wide-web-aholic I began to see through blogs Thanksgiving in real homes. And that’s when I totally got it and so wanted in. Oh. Yeah.
And while I don’t go in for it full hog, I don’t buy pumpkins or a turkey or put marshmallows in my oven (though I have seriously considered it), I do like to make a nod to a celebration that in my book can only be of benefit. To give thanks. Yep I so need to do that.
So a Thanksgiving table foofing for my thanks and for what I am grateful about in my life…which I could go on for about ever
but starts with
in the middle includes
3 lovely healthy kids, a tiny old cottage on the wrong side of town without cladding but with a roof, a husband who though often drives me around the bend puts up with a shed load of my broomstickness, hair-brained schemes & allows flowers, polka dots and ruffles on the bed, a body that is still working though getting on the droopy side
and ends with
What are you saying thank you for?
p.s. if you would like the chance to win some of these Beach Cottage goodies on this table, then sign up here for the Beach Cottage Club – exclusive giveaway of some things to pretty up your table this week, included nautical stripe table runner, rustic beachy napkin rings, stripe place mats and more…only available to BC Clubbies…and of course there’ll be extras in there too… xo
p.p.s and we all know what happens when Thanksgiving is over …let’s get our Christmas sparkle on people! hello twinkly fairy lights, how have you been?
that boy Barley-boo, he blogged this Friday morning over here, come & say G’day :-)