I can hear my husband dragging stuff across the floor of the loft over head and soon I will be summoned to help him get the Christmas boxes down the loft ladder. It’s time to start dressing the house in its seasonal livery and this can take us a while over the next few days, mainly because I don’t like to rush the process and want to savour the experience. Christmas will always be red and green to me so all the quilts and quilted items I have made over the years are always going to be part of our Christmas. Everything was methodically labelled and carefully packed away last January so that we would know where to find everything when the time came … and it’s here.
Preparation
Rog has passed the hoovering course with an A star and he starts by removing the cobwebs and dust from the rafters and fireplace. The boxes are down from the loft and, although I know what to expect when I open them, there is always an air of excited anticipation; I’m still a kid at heart really!
Storage boxes
We started with the lounge tree and waited for our grand daughter to arrive and help us dress it. She was fascinated with sorting out and handing me the individual decorations for about 20 minutes and then started to toss them rather too energetically at me! We got there in the end and she was asked to perform the official ceremony of switching on the lights, which she did with real panache!
Lounge tree
My fabric fairy, clutching several tiny rolls of fabric, goes at the top of the tree but below is a picture of my wicked fairy, made by a chum. She smiles manically, has a squeaky middle and sports a thong amongst other things! It makes me laugh every Christmas.
Fairy’nuff
A Weaver Fever quilt graces the kitchen table.
Table quilt
A circular cloth adorns the coffee table.
Circular quilt
And Turkey Lurkey oversees the whole of Christmas season from a high window sill!
Turkey Lurkey
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