Here’s our Christmas Tree, in all it’s sparkly glory. It’s tall. Very tall, because I foolishly wanted a tree that would touch the ceiling in the living room. It holds thousands of ornaments. Literally. Last count was 1,631 most of them handmade or embellished by me and the kids. Twenty seven years worth of collecting.
The dining room…yes, it really is pink, homage to my friend r.a. in Sandwich. Actually, it was pink before I ever met r.a., but has since been reassigned to credit her, as she is the most fanatic pink fan I’ve ever met!
I love the cheerful little guy on the left – what joy! I made the tall skinny guys on the right from newel posts.
The Santa below was my very first attempt at ceramics. I poured the slip, did the firing and painted him about 20 years ago. And then promptly broke the top of his staff off the very first Christmas! It’s become a family joke that Santa’s hand gets glued back on every year.
This little fellow is one of my favorites, presented to me by Teen Son#1 a few years ago. He’s so quirky with his lopsided hat, cock-eyed expression and belly full of styrafoam puffs.