Often my house feels like its caving in on me. It's not large, and it does have an awful lot of kids and pets and things in it.
So, to remember how much I love my home, and my intense fondness for vintage and handmade Christmas, I decided to wander around and focus on the small vignettes, and effectively block out the bigger picture. Joy is often in the details.
(Table runner that I made some years ago. That tree always makes me happy)
Tacky Christmas body art that I'm going to charm my tinies with this week.
Retro gnomes and santas on my stick tree.
That sits by my dining room window.
One-eyed reindeer. I love him unconditionally.
My paper village. One of the many highlights of unpacking the Christmas stuff.
A sweet and dorky picture of the girls at Christmas when they were little.
My childhood pop-up book.
Bowls full of baubles.
Old records and Bambi's.
Strange little reindeer and Christmas mice scattered here and there.
There are a lot of things that stay in their boxes.
Bottle brush wreaths.
My favourite Christmas picture of all time. Sam, aka, Baby Jesus is maybe a day old.
And the mother load- Kenny Rogers albums!
So if you stop at my house and all you see is clutter- just slow down. Break it down, focus on bits at a time.