T I S T H E S E A S O N
December is here. And whilst I’ve been making the most of Sainsbury’s ecclefechan tarts since early October, I feel I can now get reasonably, publicly festive without fear of shame. Tis the season, finally.
Last Monday our advent calendar went up, alongside the few Christmas decorations we own. Matt’s still got to trim our tree from last year (since replanting it in the garden it’s become a bit more of a bush than a tree) and I think we need to replace the batteries in our string of lights. Which is just about the only thing you can delicately and precariously balance on our tiny Christmas bush!
This year, December has also seen the arrival of my first ever Christmas jumper. Admittedly, as Christmas jumpers go, it’s pretty tame and tasteful – if I do say so myself! From Rokit Vintage London, it’s maybe more wintery than festive, and made in the 80s it’s even older than I am!
For me, a good Christmas jumper has to be a chunky, oversized knit. Something that looks like it once belonged to my Dad or Grandad; perhaps with a roll neck, cable knit or a fair isle pattern. Perhaps with a hole or two where my thumb can poke through. It’s got to be a jumper that’s roomy and cosy and well lived in; both hiding my Christmas food baby and allowing me to pull my knees up under my chin, so just my feet poke out – probably as I’m tucking into a chocolate orange, with some form of Christmas film on in the background.
For this first December weekend, my new jumper was quite naturally thrown on. With a miscellany of seasonal plans, if there ever was a time to wear it, it was now.
On the Saturday I attended my first ever wreath making workshop by Clare at The Cornish Cutting Garden. The same Clare (and the same Cutting Garden) that did our wedding flowers! Returning to her garden and workshop felt so joyful and reminiscent. It had been almost a year since we’d last seen each other – so a cuppa and catch up were well overdue!
During the day she taught us how to bend willow into a base and then attach our foliage. Personally I was most taken with the pampas grass and bulrushes, and ended up creating a dried feathery wreath. It’s currently hanging above me as I type this; on the wall of our snug, attached by string to Matt’s oar. I still need to find a hammer so it can be hung up properly!
After this green fingered afternoon, it was off to visit family. Since this year it’s the turn of my Birmingham folks to get Matt and I for the holidays, we scheduled in an early Christmas Day (and Boxing Day) with some of Matt’s family. This generally involved consuming an indecent amount of food and drink, playing cards, exchanging gifts, watching a film whilst stroking our food babies and going for a Boxing Day walk the following day.
We’d done such a good job of recreating Christmas, that our Boxing Day walk felt tremendously genuine. We kept assuming others out for a walk, were also walking off their food-hangovers. And feeling saddened or confused when seeing a commercial work vehicle – till we remembered it wasn’t actually Boxing Day that is!
Post in collaboration with Rokit Vintage London, but all festive thoughts and wreath-making interests are my own.