My new guise as a singleton has left me bereft of baubles. those collected over a twenty one year old period that used to jostle for branches have been left in my former marital home. So, I have to start afresh, a situation that it is pretty much a metaphor for 2012.
So this year's tree has a far sparser minimalist feel to that I've been used to. There's a few decorations that I bought from the craft stalls at the Scout Fayre, a bit of tinsel of course, a star for the top and lights. White twinkly ones would have been my aesthetic preference but Louis wanted blue and hey! its not a life or death choice so I succombed to nine year old fancies.
paper baubles aided by a tutorial from the Guardian. Easy-peasy and effective but definitely not for those who regard destroying books as a mortal sin. I may be condemned to bookworm hell for cutting up two mini Babar books and a compendium of nursery rhymes but I'll take my chances. The chosen victims of the sharp scissors were tatty cheapies from the charity shop. It's not like they were first editions or anything.
I'm hoping that my childhood inspired trinkets will be robust enough to last for many Christmases to come. Who knows what homemade goodies will join them over the years. These little parcels are guaranteed not to make it past Twelfth Night. Their survival to Christmas Eve could even be threatened. They're my take on tree chocs. No low cocoa content nasties here. Each little foil wrapped present contains a treat sized bar of Green and Blacks!