On the first weekend of Advent…

…thou shalt decorate thy house.

It doesn’t matter what else needs doing, 

all will be dropped, it’s time for decorations.

Do not miss out any  opportunity to put lights up

No space is too out of the way for a statue or two…

On Advent decorations – part 4

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You can’t just be traditional, you have to do some outlandish things sometimes.

My Christmas box had been ignored. This is the result:

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The dark bit in the middle is the skylight, and the light isn’t the moon it’s a handblown*, handpainted*, hand-put-together* glowing bauble. My curtain stars are hanging away from the wall because it’s so slopey.

Go me and Christmas kitsch! 🙂

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Oh yeah, and I finished my star 🙂

* not by anyone I know though 🙁

On Advent decorations – part 1

Once upon a time I lived in a house where we didn’t think about Christmas until all the birthdays were over (mid December). We had a huge (to a small child) box in the attic marked “Christmas”. It was brought downstairs a few days in advance, so we could walk round it and my parents could write and send cards. We spent Christmas Eve, or occasionally the day before, decorating the tree and the house. Decorations – baubles, wooden figures, birds, fircones, fairy lights, tinsel, strings of miniature bells – were chosen from the box because we liked them, and were mainly confined to the sitting and dining rooms.

Then I moved out.

 

Part 2 ->

On the days between Thanksgiving and Advent. ..

(I had this idea on Thursday while working out what to do with my Hauskreis and started thinking this post on Friday. I didn’t get it down on screen paper until today.)

imageThanksgiving is about being thankful for what you have and Advent is waiting for the things you want… or need or don’t have.

I have a LOT of things, people and events to be thankful for right now, and a lot to look forward to next year.

Advent itself is also already full of things which are [hopefully] going to happen. Since getting on the train I’ve written a list of all the things I need to do and/or pack before Christmas. I covered 3 sides of A4 and had to stop before I had a breakdown because I ran out of paper (the 4th side was used up before I started).

So that’s Thanksgiving and Advent sorted, but what are the 2 days in between for?

I think ‘just being’ is as good a thing as any.

I spent just under 48 hours in Berlin, during which I made a huge lasagne, helped DB make and decorate 4 trays of biscuits, went shopping twice, picked DB’s folks up from their cruise, visited them, made and hung up 24 chocolate-and-nut-filled serviette-bags (DB’s Advent calendar), and generally dossed in a comfortable sort of way.

On fireworks and busfares

I went to watch the advent fireworks in my town just now. They went off at 11pm. I caught the bus down and was there just in time to glance around the bargainboxes in MediaMarkt (late-night-opening tonight) and make my way to the square.

The fireworks were spectacular in the sense that all fireworks are spectacular, but not in the way some shows are just breathtakingly astounding. I could probably have seen them from my house – I live on a hill and have a pretty good view of the town – but if someone’s going to sponsor them, I think showing up is the least one can do. Besides I didn’t want to miss them, just supposing I couldn’t see them from here.

As I was waiting for the bus back home, a slightly drunken elderly gentleman joined me at the bus stop. He peered at me and announced that he’d seen me before. I hadn’t really looked at him until then, but when I did, he did indeed seem familiar. There ensued a short pause followed by a bout of questioning while we figured out the connection. He shares an allotment with a guy who works in the same building as one of the people who used to work for someone who spends a lot of time sitting in my workshop. At some point during the summer I had been invited to a barbecue party in the allotment and had presumably seen him there. What was that about less than 7 connections to anyone?

About then the bus came. I had my buspass with me this time so I just got on and sat down, expecting the half-stranger to do the same. He got on, but the busdriver wouldn’t let him pay with a 50€ note. So I bought him a bus ticket. :).

At some point (assuming he remembers once he’s got home and slept and sober), he’s going to give the money to the guy he shares an allotment with……