Morning campers, how the devil are you, getting your Christmas groove on yet?
All good here, I am going on a bit of a vintage treasure hunting adventure today…yes while I should be doing Christmas shopping, crafting handmade gifts, wafting around in a cloud of happy festive spirit and wrapping the presents I haven’t bought yet, I am off on a Beach Cottage jolly…I feel it in the water that I am going to find something coolio today, will report back with bells on if I do…
Anyway we have a new arrival in Beach Cottage Land…
Christmas tree, oh Beach Cottage Christmas tree..
Oh I just love how it makes everything smell all Christmassy!
When we lived in England the Christmas tree buying trip was much more of an affair than it seems to be here…I guess it’s because there aren’t many around and because of the climate not as popular as an artificial one, hence if you see them, you grab them and they are not cheap…a couple of years ago we went to cut down our own tree at the Christmas tree farm, it was BOILING hot, the sun was scorching and it felt like the most bizarre thing to be out among a gazillion Christmas trees under the hot Aussie sun and I was terrified a snake would jump out and attack me…
This one though is just from the local market, no worries about snakes here, though I must say that last year’s tree was carrying a few extras…of the eight-legged kind…as we brought it in a couple of hugeeeee spiders crawled out. That was nice.
No extras this year though and the tree is sitting happily for now in the corner of the deck…I am trying to get away with not decorating it this year, I love this simple look, though of course I will add white twinkly fairy lights…but who am I kidding there is no way the kiddos in this house will let me get away with a tree not decorated by them…and anyway I couldn’t not do one of our traditions – Christmas music blasting, Mr BC and Mr Teenage BC attempting light rehabilitation all over the floor and the scent of mulled wine in the air, which I now cannot drink but still pretend to….
I must say I did have a little thought that perhaps another tree could magically transport itself into our old sitting room. Beam me up Scotty. Actually think it would be worth doing that just to see how far the eyebrows would shoot up.
You likeee my tree? It was pot luck on which one…there are no niceties to tree buying in my neck of the woods, they were all dumped in a line, a bit squashed up and looking pretty sad but it seems I didn’t do too badly on this one, it’s nice and green and lush and a pretty good shape…
oh and p.s. I am very honoured to be part of this very talented group of ladies who just so happened, like me, to have a babba when they were pretty young…I have faced a whole lot of judgement on this over the years (and still do when I rock up to something with my Honeymoon Baby in tow who is 6ft1 and not such a babby anymore!)…including people assuming that I was very poor, not married, stupid and making assumptions about education…but it’s the best thing that ever happened to me and having my kiddos taught me what life is all about…I could write a whole post on this…perhaps one day I should :-)
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