>… and so it begins

>”T’is the first day of Summer here in Oz, but you’d never know it by most of the country.

The unseasonal weather continues.

Significant percentages of the dirt road that I need to traverse to get from MY dirt road to the Highway. were last seen floating down the creek formerly known as the Castlemaine Golf Course,
In addition, my shed was [ mildly ] inundated, and the 9 hay bales parked – I thought – sufficiently high and dry in the carport … weren’t.
But enough of that.

It’s time for you all to grab a glass of something festive, perhaps some shortbread, maybe a mince pie or a bite of gingerbread, because it’s time to set off on Day 1 of the Official Catsmum 2010 Christmas House Tour.
If you’re new to ‘The Tour’ you may need to pace yourself …

We’ll start you off slowly – think of it as getting acclimatised at Base Camp before the ascent on Everest – at the far end of the house from where I intend to end up in a couple of weeks

This is my semi-Victorian / Edwardian bedroom.

His Royal Beariness declined to move so just consider him a furry decoration, okay ?

seasonally appropriate bedlinen [ but as the room is green and cream that wasn’t too much of a stretch ]

‘crystal’ garlands on my great grannie’s cedar tallboy,

and the 1920s tea-trolley that the tellie sits on …

which, as you can plainly see, also houses
a collection of mainly cream Saint Nicks and angels:

the tall skinny Saint Nicks were presents from Maz and Chris, the little white wooden one behind the WillowTree angel is one that Nadie bought for me back in July [ along with red and green versions which you’ll see another day ]
and I made most of the others.
The tree in here is a small one and , because it’s my tree, and I can put whatever I like on it [ well, obviously, I get to do that to all the trees, but you probably get my drift ]

it has:
vintage and not-so-vintage scissors, vintage sewing tools and knitting gauges, a thimble case, as well as an assortment of stars, baubles and angels [ and one very elegant cat which is actually a brooch ]

and tomorrow we’ll move on to … whatever room I decide to photograph next.


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