More years ago than I care to think I bought two little papier-mâché and felt carollers and made a decoration for the crown of the eight foot high armoire that graced our various living rooms - and is now found a home with my brother-in-law and his wife - for many years. It was a large piece of furniture with stunning feathered mahogany veneer and dated from the early 1800s. Laurent's mother had save it when someone had thrown it out to be hauled away as garbage. It dominated any room it was in but strangely the one place that it fit in perfectly was the small living room of our first house. A house which figured mightily in my go-for-broke if not quite baroque Christmas decorating phase. Sans armoire in our homes abroad the two little carollers became decorations for the front door and are serving that purpose once again this year. And they are also serving as the link to the postings to my favourite Christmas carols on the sidebar at the right.
|The new tree with my silver balls in place.|
A time honoured tradition continues.
|Even in Mexico I don't recall the tarnish being so bad - they were almost black.|
Ah well that's why silver polish and elbow grease were made I suppose?
17 dicembre/December - San Giovanni di Matha