I went Christmas shopping today and was fairly rudely reminded that there is only one more shopping weekend till Christmas. The car parks were full. I had to weave my way around a queue of small wriggly children and ridiculously large prams waiting to sit on the fake Santa's knee. There was a random elf waiting in the queue at the coffee shop. There were obnoxious Christmas carols playing over the sound systems of the shops. There were however the pre-Christmas bargains. I love lots of things about Christmas but the squash of frantic last minute Christmas shopping is not one of them.
One thing I really do love is a handmade Christmas ornament. The kids put up the Christmas tree early this week; the eldest daughter have made us all solemnly promise not to do it until she was home from University. Our Christmas tree is on the small side and is getting to the end of its useful life, and the kids have been nagging me to get a new one of a more reasonable size. The son who is heading towards six foot claims it is sacrilege if Christmas tree is not taller than you. This years Christmas tree has been said to look like "Santa threw up on it".
The decorated tree may not look like the designer Christmas trees you see in the shops and magazines with their colour themed matching ornaments and minimalist decorations but I still love it. I think of it as a mini time capsule, a story tapestry of the last 20 something years of our family life told in handmade decorations: some made by me, some by the children and some by deceased family members. (There are also an inordinate number of ornaments from various fast food restaurants' kids meals)!
For example, I love the wonky pink pipe-cleaner angel on the top tree, testimony to the eldest daughter's first efforts with a glue gun. There is nothing angelic about its facial expression and it brings back memories of both scorched finger tips and its extremely proud creator.
This is my first knitted Christmas ornament photographed on my mother's tree where it still hangs. In my early teenage years, I made a number of these for my sisters and cousins filled with lollies and new school pens. I think this is the last one still on one of family Christmas trees. It evokes memories of Christmas dinner for 30+ with my Aunty and Uncle and assorted cousins, followed by afternoon naps to sleep off the excess by the males of the family and then crazy theatricals. I remember being an Angel one year in the Christmas play with a broken arm, a very fetching sheet robe and a tinsel halo. Here's a photo of the pattern from one of my early scrapbooks of magazine clippings.
I made a few more in recent years for our tree but stuffed them to make them ornaments.
Stockings are a bit of a theme. This one for example is made of thin foam shapes stuck on a backing from a kit. (More burnt finger tips. Hot glue is hazardous).
These stockings I knit one year for the ballet Christmas hamper raffle. I love the little pine-cones.
A knitted Christmas angel from
Jean Greenhowe's Christmas Special.
I think this is the last remaining kindergarten decoration. The misshapen blue thing splattered in glitter is a reindeer made by my little boy (now a tall, deep voiced, walking eating machine). You can also see a gold glitter ballerina in this picture. There are lots ballerinas on our tree.
The first ballerina is the one to right of the photo below with a slight rainbow iridescence and a double layer skirt. We bought this one Christmas at the Arts Centre as a memento of the first professional musical my eldest daughter had ever seen -
Fame which was her 12th birthday present. Ever since, we add a new ballerina to the tree whenever we find one in our pre-Christmas shopping. The 2011 model is the silver glitter one to the extreme right of the photo. When the daughter leaves home and gets her own Christmas tree she will get a veritable corps de ballet of ballerinas to start her decoration collection.
There are beaded ornaments mainly made from kits. Making the Christmas tree here kept the boy occupied for a whole afternoon a few years ago. There are also a few beaded stars and different Christmas tree hanging on the back of the Christmas tree. The little Christmas tree in the background is actually a handmade pencil eraser.
The silver star you can see in the background here has to have been made in the weirdest place: as part of a children's church service as the children were all completing their individual part of the ceremony. The organizer had provided a basket of pre-formed metal stars and silver thread to wind around them. One of these stars graced the inside of one of my daughters' school locker for a few years sort of like the silver star on a actor's dressing room door.
The husband's grandmother made the macaroni angel. Its amazing what you can do with assorted pasta and a spray can of gold paint. She is no longer with us but the angel lives on (with the occasional running repair. Pasta is not exactly the most robust construction material).
There are cross stitched ornaments. These bells for example. I couldn't get a good shot of the finished version as they are near the bottom of the tree.
A sequined ball. I kept wondering why there were no sewing pins in my pin tin after the kids made this. It did use up a whole packet of leftover sequins from some ballet costume though. Oscar the Grouch is destined to go off to live with the ballerinas at some later stage.
Just to finish up on:
On the first day of Christmas my true love gave to me:
A cat about to destroy a Christmas tree!
