Tuesday, December 20, 2011

The Real Meaning of Christmas


or

Caring is Sharing

(don't you just love this illustration, it's from My Way To God, a text book used in Catholic primary schools in the 60's and 70's. It is also the book the Nun's taught from when I was in primary school...ah memories. I spotted it in the op-shop where I volunteer and at twenty cents I had to buy it.)

Today Anthony and I dropped off a Christmas hamper we'd made up, to our local Salvation Army Headquarters. It broke my heart while I was waiting for the receptionist to tell us where to drop it off...so many people waiting for help. Desperation and hopelessness etched on their faces (I know that's a dramatic way to put it, but honestly, that's really how they appeared to me)

I felt like a bit of an interloper actually...almost guilty, because I was in the position of donating stuff while the other people in the waiting room were clearly there for help.

It was very confronting, because although we always donate something at Christmas time, we usually do it in a less direct way, like donating a present to the K-Mart Wishing Tree etc. It has made Anth and I think about how very lucky we are. Anthony said to me afterwards that he'd rather do this than receive a Christmas present (which is good because I haven't got him one yet (Ha!) and he goes away tomorrow...to work fyi, he's not going on a holiday without us or anything...although at times I'm sure he'd like to!)


I don't want to bug you or come off all hollier-than-thou (because I'm definetely NOT that!) but if you haven't done something like this yet and can afford to, please consider it. It's not too late. And you don't have to spend alot of money either. Your donation will be welcomed with open arms and I guarantee you will feel all warm and fuzzy inside just like Anthony and I did.

Now I will climb down from my pulpit. Thanks for reading.

our funny little Nativity

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Sunday, December 18, 2011

This post is bought to you by everyones favourite reindeer...

Rudolph

How awesome is this vintage Rudolph kiddie ride?

More info and pics here

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I found this vintage tray at the tip shop last year

I'll own up now to drawing on Rudolph's nose with a permanent marker...that lead reindeer was crying out for a little dab of red don't you think?

I'm pretty sure these trays were made in Hong Kong (Father Christmas certainly has a touch of the Orient about him) Souvenir trays like this are a dime a dozen, I've seen loads of them around the traps, all with aqua backgrounds, but I've never seen a Christmassy one before, have you? 
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In our family we don't give serious presents (read expensive) to the grown-ups. For example, this year I am giving my brother a vintage pottery Coopers beer stein (op-shopped) and a six pack of Coopers...not a bad present for a bloke, but after seeing this on Aesthetic Outburst I'm inspired to break out the glue gun and make it waaay more special...

a six pack of Rudolphs!

don't you just love this?
so clever, so easy, so cute!
I know my brother will.

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And here's another Rudolph-inspired idea you might like to try

it's Adelaide and a Rudolph cup cake. I made these a couple of years ago and they were a big hit, especially with the kiddos. Self explanatory, so I won't go into details except to say I always use this recipe and that his antlers are made using pieces of Curly Wurly.

Adelaide is our very own Rudolph at the moment - she had sinus surgery on Friday and let's just say her nose would give Rudolph a run for his money!
I shouldn't joke, she's had a horrible couple of days and been very brave, poor kiddo.

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And now to end here's Dino Martini

and a very cute vintage stop motion animation (even older than me!) to boot.

As much as I love Dean's version it's missing the funny bits I loved as a kid, you know: "like a light bulb" "like Monopoly" etc etc. I thought I was hilarious when I sang those bits in my loudest voice...I was a big dag, still am probably...

told you (that's me, the smug kid on the right)

x

p.s.
Rudolph the Red Nose Reindeer was written by Robert L. May and first appeared in print in 1939, the song was adapted by his brother-in-law, Johnny Marks in 1949


 



Tuesday, December 13, 2011

I found this letter to Santa when I was rummaging through the Christmas decorations (funny how my girls call him Santa when we have only ever referred to him as Father Christmas...a bit like aitch which they also insist on pronouncing as haitch no matter how many times we correct them...anyway that's another story...)


by Annabel, aged four and a half


Guess what? Santa forgot a couple of things, namely the "miny aple ipode" and pink "tellephone". He came good on the bike, not sure if it was as cool as Brielle's though...

Annabel is fourteen now. (Sadly) she no longer writes to Santa, she writes a Christmas List. Two lists actually... a draft, followed by a reality check and then a real one. This year she wants a trampoline. Yep. We were surprised too, but honestly, what parent of a fourteen year old girl wouldn't be happy with this request!
I'll say no more...cough-cough.

While I'm taking you on a trip down memory lane, here's another pic of me and Father Christmas, I'm about eighteen months old...

fat as butter and still looking like a rabbit caught in the headlights. Don't you think he's a lovely looking Father C? and his "grotto" looks interesting too...it's the Santa cave! (the F.C. cave didn't sound right)

 (No prizes for guessing where Annabel's curls come from)

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Another quick give-away to end...
Almost identical to this one which I posted off to Sherry yesterday...same coasters, different city.

Just send me a comment if you'd like them, and they're yours. First in, first served.

Remember you don't have to live in Melbourne...they just might be the perfect stocking stuffer for a friend or rellie who does... 

p.s. In the background you can see our el rustico Christmas tree for this year. Freshly made this morning by Annabel and her Dad. Not decorated yet, I'll show you pics when it is.

Sunday, December 11, 2011

Putting up the @$*)%#(%! Christmas tree

At the risk of sounding like the Grinch of Christmas trees, I have to admit, I hate putting up ours. This is undoubtedly due to the fact that:

a) I'm a Virgo
b) I'm a perfectionist
c) I'm anal about decoration distribution

At our house I am known as the Christmas tree Nazi, and although I'm not proud of this title, there's no denying it...I am not cool or laid back when it comes to decorating our tree. 

our tree 2009

I know this is silly, I know I'm a control freak and I know I'm stifling my childrens creativity etc etc. Even though our funny little shop house is currently a l-o-n-g way from perfect I'm afraid I can't chill out and live with a wonky tree (and this coming from someone who loves wonky?)

It's traditional, at our house to put up the tree twelve days before Christmas (none of this 1st of December business here!) A convenient tradition for someone like me, wouldn't you agree...

Anyway, today, after much nagging from the girlies, I ventured into the depths of our shed to hunt down our tree and decs (we've got some lovely vintage ones I've collected over the years) and guess what? I was granted a reprieve because our white Christmas tree has turned yellow. And you know now, don't you, there's no way that thing's getting decorated!

Now I'm on the hunt for a new tree. I really like these:




But these trees...as much as I admire their makers creativity, leave me cold. I do not get them, do you?

Would I be a complete failure if I gave in and decorated one of Anthony's ladders?

Save up those empties!

What the?

(all images via)

I'm not sure what we'll end up with, but I do know it will not involve empty stubbies, ladders or tripods...

And just to prove I'm not a complete and utter stone cold b****, and that I do let my girls make a mess (sometimes) here's a pic of the gingerbread men people Annabel made yesterday

it's only the tree I'm (really) psyco about

mwah

Wednesday, December 7, 2011

Just a few little things I'd like to share with you...

" bring me sunflowers crazed with the love of life "

Eugenio Montale


three sunflowers in a vase

Vincent Van Gough August 1888
(image via)

One of the blogs I really like to read is Tanya's Suburban Jubilee. Tanya lives in Tasmania and writes about living a slower more meaningful lifestyle. The way we live couldn't be more different - Tanya makes her own shampoo, I buy mine from the hairdresser's but even so, I find her thoughts and tips on living more sustainably, interesting and inspiring...maybe one day we'll have a bigger vegie patch and grow more than just basil and tomatoes...

A while ago Tanya told the story of Ed, a young man who sadly took his own life, and of his family's committment to help people understand and cope with depression. You can read (and I hope you will) the whole story here.

Ed's Mum grew a field of sunflowers spelling out the words love, live, enjoy as a tribute to her son and as a way to draw attention to suicide and depression. She sells seeds from these special sunflowers to raise money for The Nettlefold Foundation and this is where Tanya comes in...

If you buy a packet of Ed's sunflower seeds from Tanya before the end of the year, she will post them anywhere in the world for free. 

I received mine yesterday. At only three dollars a packet, I think they'd make a lovely little Chrissy gift for the gardeners in your life or you could plant some with your kiddos and watch them grow together...


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Tanya also makes (from scratch! herself!) the loveliest gardeners soap...each cake in it's own little hand-made jute bag, perfect for tying under your tap and cleaning those grubby garden hands with...


a clean bathroom, and you wont break the bank either...
these little rustic lovelies are only five bucks each!

Contact Tanya here

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Lastly, a quick spur-of-the-moment give-away...
open to everyone, but probably most appealing to the Crow Eaters out there...


retro coasters

A Starlight Product
Melbourne Australia

Let me know if you'd like them and they're yours.

p.s. I'm happy to post them anywhere, not just to S.A.

p.p.s. A Crow Eater is an Aussie nick-name for a South Australian, we West Australian's are known as Sandgropers...more on that another time.

 

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Newsflash: the kitschy Adelaide coasters have a new home. Yay! Sherry from Hello Vintage, an Adelaide girl through and through, has nabbed them.

Monday, December 5, 2011

Nana Ryan's Christmas Cake

Mary Elizabeth Ryan is my Dad's Mum, this is her recipe. She gave it to my Mum when she was an inexperienced newly-wed (she also told my Mum that my Dad was used to having his undies ironed! it was years before my poor Mum learnt that this was a fib!) Please don't let her little nasty streak stop you from trying this cake though. It is absolutely delicious. Very moist and easy. Your whole house will smell like Christmas while it's baking. That's a promise.

Here she is with my Pop at my Mum and Dad's wedding reception in 1961

Nana Ryan's Christmas cake has been part of my Christmasses since I was a baby, but this year is the first time I've made my own. I was strangely a little bit nervous about the end result (I didn't want to let the team down) but to my relief (and delight!) it turned out perfectly. This may have had something to do with the fact that I baked it in the very same Eve Ware cake tin my Nan used (and my Mum after her) Incredibly this tin has been used by women in my family for more than one hundered years! Pretty special eh?

My first Christmas - I was 3 months old
(Father Christmas looks like he was made for the job!
I don't look to keen on him either!)

Anyway, although Lucy Violet has never been a cooking blog I really wanted to share Nana Ryan's recipe with you just in case you'd like to try it...

This post is also a tribute to Nana and to my lovely, lovely Dad who died when he was only forty six. I thought of him alot while I was cooking it. He was a great Dad and I miss him.

Here's what you need:

p.s. feel free to scroll down if you're not interested.
p.p.s I'm sure my Mum has tweeked this over the years...

1kg dried mixed fruit
1/3 cup chopped dried apricots
1/2 cup chopped dates
1/2 cup of brandy or whiskey

I used brandy in memory of a brief but full-on flirtation with Brandy Alexanders when I was younger.
Please note, you will, and should use waaaay more alcohol than this. Half-a-cup is merely your starting point!)

1 green apple, peeled and grated
50g slithered almonds
1/2 cup glace cherries
250g unsalted softened butter
1t of finely grated orange rind
1 cup brown sugar
4 eggs
2 1/2 cups plain flour
1t baking soda
1/2t ground nutmeg
1t cinnamon
1/4 cup of extra brandy or whiskey
but remember my earlier note on this!
Extra glace cherries and blanched almonds to decorate the top of your cake if you want to

And here's what you need to do:

1. Place dried fruit in a non-metal bowl. Douse liberally
   with brandy. Stir and cover tightly with cling film.
   Stand for several days, each day add a good glug of
   brandy, stir and cover tightly again.
   I do this for a week, I think you should too.



2. A week has passed. Stir in grated apple and slithered
   almonds.

3. Beat butter, orange rind and sugar until thick and 
   creamy. Add eggs, one at a time and beat until just 
   combined.

4. In a separate bowl, sift flour, baking powder and 
   spices. Fold into creamed butter mixture alternatively 
   with your lovely brandy soaked fruit, until well 
   combined
   My Mum's tip is to use clean hands for this, but I 
   managed with a spatula.

5. Spoon into a deep 22cm cake tin which has been lined 
   with three sheets of baking paper. Base and sides. This
   is very important. The baking paper should sit 3cm 
   above the rim of the cake tin.

6. Make the top of your cake pretty with blanched almonds
   and glace cherries, this is what I did...


7. Cover the top of your cake with a piece of baking
   paper, it won't actually touch the cake, it should
   sit on top of the paper you have lined the sides of the
   tin with.
   Bake in a preheated 140 degrees celcius oven for 3 -
   3 1/2 hours. Check with a skewer. It should come out 
   as clean as a whistle.
   Breathe in those delicious smells that are about to
   fill your kitchen.
   My Mum never cooks hers for longer than 3 hours and I
   found mine was ready then too. I suppose it depends
   on your oven...
   And here it is, just out of the oven
taa-daa!

8. Remove cake from oven. Sprinkle with brandy while 
   it's hot and wrap tightly in a clean tea towel. 
   Leave in tin to cool.
   When cake has cooled down, remove it from tin but don't
   remove baking paper, especially from base - this helps
   to keep it moist (and a moist Christmas cake is a 
   must!) Wrap in foil and store in an airtight container.
   From now until Christmas, feel free to "paint" your 
   cake with brandy or just dribble it on top like me...
   it will get better and better as time goes by (and as
   brandy gets added!)

Serve in small slices, it's very rich

Hope this post wasn't too boring...
let me know if you give it a go x







Saturday, December 3, 2011

Happiness is...

taking a punt that pays off...

buy one sealed box marked xmas decorations from a garage sale, only a couple of bucks...probably full of junk, but at that price worth the risk...

get it home, rip it open, and...nestled amongst tinsel that's frankly seen better days...you find (shrieks of joy here)
these

And

they

WORK!

(just look at Father Christmas, isn't he lovely...and ok I admit, slightly scary...)

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freebies from the op-shop...


two Hobbytex cushion covers and a groovy vintage sheet

these were filthy, but it's amazing what a soak in Napisan and a good old fashioned scrub can do. Although I think the lady in the oppy thought I had something wrong with me when I (gleefully) took them off her hands. I think there was some confusion about just who, was doing who a favour...

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a trip to the local library...

especially when you spot this book on the shelves

and, even better...

your friendly librarian gives you the heads-up that Adrian Franklin's new book Retro, is about to hit the shelf and she gives you first dibbs to borrow it when it does! (this is a huge deal, as it's a bit like the quick and the dead at our library when interesting books make it to the "new arrival shelf")


and a quick word on Retro: if you think someone you love would like this book for Chrissy (hint hint) Dymocks has a special offer at the mo...purchase a copy of Retro and they will give you a copy of Adrian's (I say it like he's a friend of mine Ha!) Collecting The 20th Century. Yep. I reckon that's a pretty cool freebie, don't you...
Click here for details.

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 Happiness is also 

a vintage happy coat
(of course!)

It was the label that got me

well labels...I really like the Queensland Made tag too

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And lastly

(phew! it's ok, I can read your mind...)

we all know
happiness is...

a new puppy (and an old one too)

Dotty Dog, hand-made beautifully by Allana using a vintage pattern and an old army blanket. You can buy your own, just in time for Christmas, here 

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Have a lovely weekend. Lucy Violet's going all Christmassy starting Monday, I hope you will pop back then x