As a child, I remember this one beautiful, glass Christmas tree ornament. It was at least two generations old and was so delicate it creaked when you held it. Every so often I would be trusted to hang it on the tree, and would hold my breath until such an honour was complete. Alas, that decoration is no longer, it eventually crumbled into thousands of shards (I remember my Mum shed a tear too) but what remains is this overwhelming desire to share heirlooms and traditions with my own daughter.
In the last couple of years, our family has exploded with kids on both sides, and as a result Christmas is not as we once knew it. Long, leisurely lunches and dinners have given way to noisy chaos. Although every now and then I find myself collapsing into a chair and wishing for a moment's peace, that feeling is soon replaced by laughter and gratitude to be surrounded by such joy.
This is my last post for the year, Beaunz belles, so I wish you and your families a peaceful holiday season. I would love to hear about your traditions and childhood Christmas memories! And I look forward to being back online in early January, with lots of beautiful finds from our trip to Australia.
Merry Christmas xx