The best thing about Christmas? Putting up the decorations and making the house sparkle and glisten with light. The worst thing? Taking them down again on Twelfth Night.
Not the I put them all away. Every year, one or two pieces make it through the year, on the basis that lights aren’t just for Christmas, they’re for all occasions, and non occasions, always and forever.
I seem to buy loads of string lights every year and it seems such a waste just to leave them in a box or cupboard until next Christmas comes around. So I don’t. I put them to use elsewhere, in a glass jar on the fireplace hearth, swirled around the tops of mirrors, or draped over trees in the front garden or back yard, if they are the indoor/outdoor variety.
It has been said, more than once, that our house reminds of Blackpool illuminations. That when all the other houses in the street where we live are dark, you can always pick out ours because it will be the one with all three floors lit up, curtains wide open. I don’t care – it’s the best way to beat the January blues … and the all-year-round blues, come to that.
Anyway, here’s how the house looks at the moment, now that I’ve taken down the over-Christmassy decs but left candles, string lights, an illuminated ampersand bought from the Country Living Christmas Fair in Harrogate (see previous post), plus a few other bits and pieces.
The weather means that, like everyone else, I’ve not been out and about much recently, so all my entertainment has been very home-based, hence the home-style posts. But I do hope we can all start venturing out soon into gorgeous Yorkshire before January ends – how I pity all the shops out there affected not just by flooding, but more generally by lack of trade.
Here’s to a successful, happy and hopefully less wet New Year!