vintage pillow slips, Annabel's room.
"At least my room looks Christmassy!" Annabel
"and messy!" Me
(you just can't see the mess in this pic!)
I think she's trying to tell me something...
(check the curtains. Lovely.)
from The Warmth Inside, Uncle Arthur's Bedtime Stories.
I buy these pillow slips whenever I see them in the oppy because we used them as Santa sacks when I was little. Five of them, always stuffed full on Christmas morning.
(I don't know how my Mum and Dad did it...one year my Mum's purse was stolen while she was waiting to pay for our toys at the checkout. I know now that she would've saved all year to buy our Christmas presents. Just imagine...)
I'm thinking of popping a couple on my own bed (I mean 'our' bed of course, Anth).
We may not have a tree, but I've got cracking and made some crackers
toilet rolls and brown paper never looked so good!
The garden's getting dressed-up for Christmas (with no help from me!)
The most important member of the family has his own stocking
more of Annabel's handiwork
still no word from the Vet yet...
Nativities, they're out, and we've got a few:
vintage plaster, no noses.
vintage plastic, there's a touch of Gilligan's Island about this one. More tropical hut than stable.
another childhood memory - the nativity and Gilligan's Island!
vintage timber, made in Bethlehem.
vintage wool (well it's as old as Adelaide anyway!)
As far as nativities go, I think it's safe to say we've got it covered! Although I can't find my favourite anywhere. St Anthony? Help!
It's Tuesday, so I'll end with my very last vintage t.t. for the year (can you cope?)
It's a Christmas one too (my one and only!) Sent to me all the way from Blighty by lovely Gem, who found it in a Cherry Tree (aka charity shop)
thanks Gem x
right on Uncle Artie!
from It Always Comes Back, as above.