This little guy was bought in the middle of the year, popped at the top of the cupboard because I couldn’t be fussed unearthing the approriate box from the shed, and at some point since then he’s fallen out of sight, behind the box containing gift bags. So I have only just rediscovered him, brushed him off, and apologised profusely for making him miss out on most of the festivities, visitors and the admiration that would’ve undoubtedly been his due. He has magnanimously forgiven me on the condition that it must NEVER HAPPEN AGAIN!
This stained glass star is something incredibly precious to me. You’ve probably noticed that I don’t go for bright Christmas colours a lot, and this is certainly bright, BUT my late husband Marc made it for me in the mid 90s as well as three smaller decorations. Last year I gave each of the kids one of the smaller ones along with their gifts [ meaning of course that David’s one is still here, in his room ] You can’t really tell from the photo but it’s not flat – there are three faces – red, green and yellow
and now an explanation- most of you don’t know about why I’m so spectacularly OTT with the Chrissie decorating. I have always put a fair bit of effort in ever since the kids were small, possibly because my own parents didn’t, but then eight years ago last week something happened which has caused me to go into Christmas Hyperdrive ever since. My husband of 25 years whom I adored and who adored me, died after a hard fought battle with cancer on my 46th birthday. Needless to say, family and friends are never 100% sure how to handle the day – December can be a bit of an emotional roller coaster and this is how I deal with it.