We’re still in the same room as the big tree I showed you in the last post.
This is the space you step into when you come in the front door. No entryway, no hall, you just step straight into what [ and yes I say this every year ] the architect mistakenly thought was a lounge [living] room / dining room. Of course all right-minded people know that it is, in point of fact, my studio. The three large work tables are a bit of a giveaway, as are the ever-present sewing machine[s] and the huge piece of gridded quilt batting pinned to caneite that serves as a design wall. Next year’s Christmas quilt-that-is-to-be is a bit of a giveaway too.
So for Christmas it gets, obviously, the tree
and a modest collection of turn-of-the-last-century Christmas postcards.
Most are American or British, one or two from Scandinavia, and not a one of them is Australian. That, as I seem to recall saying last year, would be my holy grail
There’s a fair bit of holly, poinsettia, snow scenes, but also some that seem decidedly non-Christmassy to a 21st century eye: violets, kittens, roses, Gibson girls , and did you notice?
Not one single solitary Saint Nick! Oh, they’re out there, and so is the asking price. Totally out there. So I don’t have any.
This is also the space for my collection of nativities
and a few other bits and pieces.
this Saint Nicholas triptych
The primitive Saint Nick spool knitter painted by my good buddy, Maz [ Crazy Haberdasher ]
and some other stuff I forgot to photograph.
so I guess that’s it for now
and in case it has escaped your attention:
2 weeks to go