Yup it’s that time of year again. Now we all know that a cute little baby elf will die every time somebody puts up a decoration or sings a carol before the beginning of December? What you didn’t know that? Shame about all those poor little elves.
But that doesn’t mean you can’t plan, in fact you need to plan, unless of course you a bloke with a woman who does all the planning for you. Massive generalisation I know, but if the cap fits …
Rather smugly I can say that present wise I am pretty much sorted. Well, I still have to finish a pair of socks and start a cardigan but the rest is pretty much sorted. Today was hamper day. Some exceptionally lucky people are getting a little hamper of home made goodies. What do you mean “poor sods I hope she doesn’t give them botulism”?!
Today was herb oil. The lovely bottles originally contained a rather lovely Rosé from Provence. For reasons of which I am unsure we only drank four bottles. I may have to purchase some more. Anyway, I originally bought the wine because I loved the bottle and I loved the glass stopper. The wine was a pleasant bonus!
Wash and dry bottles and add herbs of your choice. I tend to use stronger woody ones that can survive in the oil without curling up and looking manky! A whizz round the garden produced:
- Bay leaves
- Lemon thyme
To which I added:
- Sliced garlic
- Red peppercorns
- Long peppercorns (also known as Indonesian peppercorns)
- Penja black peppercorns
- Juniper berry
Topped up with olive oil and sealed. I’ll tie a pourer around the neck and they are all ready for the little hampers.
Love Gillie x
The presents have been sort of put away. The fridge is full of leftovers, not enough for a whole meal on their own but little bowls of stuff. Your Christmas guests have departed and even the dogs aren’t trying to eat the last chocolates. What do you do between Christmas and New Year?
In some countries it is business as usual, 26th December isn’t a public holiday and everybody troops back to work until 1st of January when the hangover cures come out and regretful memories of jaegerbombs and advocaat bang around sore heads. However, for some, particularly large parts of the UK the holiday starts on the evening of 24th December and stretches out until the alarm goes on 2nd January.
I have to admit I love the long Christmas holiday. I have my family around me, I can have a lie in, I don’t have to cook much as we have a long list of family traditional leftover meals that would spark a revolution if we didn’t prepare, I have lots of books to read, I can plan for 2014 and the dogs get long and wet walks.
But that time is also a great gift and it is easy to squander it, to look back at that fortnight and wonder what on earth you did. So, why not shift that backside, shake those legs and try something different….
- Go to a local attraction, you know, the one you never go to because you live next door. Better still go to one aimed at children and families and let your inner child out playing the treasure hunt or working out why ice is solid, feed the reindeer and make a paper snowflake.
- Play one in one out with your christmas presents. Unless you were given a Picasso for Christmas the chances are that you already have several of whatever you were given, but the new ones fit/work/go with your decor. Throw or donate the grey knickers, the books you have read the scarf you never wear, the shoes that don’t quite fit. This isn’t a clear out it is a single swap.
- See if there are any matinee tickets for the local panto. The evenings will definitely be sold out but trying to feed everyone and be in your seats for 7.30 can be a pain anyway. Far easier to have an early lunch and work it all off with Widow Twankey (UK readers only I am afraid 🙂 )
- Get out that book you keep meaning to read but never have the time. Maybe it’s a heavy duty history book, an esoteric guide to comparative religion, a thumping great biography or a cookery book you have never had the time to try out. You have the time now.
- Bake. Yes I know you were cooking right up until midnight on Christmas Eve. But this is fun cooking, not mass catering I am talking about. Bake cookies and decorate them with wild and ridiculous colours. Have a go at making your own croissants or brioche, or bourbon biscuits, or custard creams….
- Go to the garden centre and search out the “scratch and dent” corner. They all have them, the corner where the dead looking plants are. Most of them aren’t dead just hibernating but you can get fantastic bargains and now you have the time to bring them home and give them a little tlc before planting them out.
- Paint. No I do not mean redecorate. This is most certainly NOT the time for that. If you have always wanted to have a go at painting, palmistry, papier mache, pottery, philosophy then get out a book from the library, go online and have a go. This isn’t a full on course, this is spend an afternoon doing something simple you always said you would but never have. Not everything has to begin with P by the way.
Decluttering is not just about getting stuff out of your house, it’s about getting stuff out of your life so that there is room in your life for the stuff that you love and that really matters to you. If you are fortunate enough to have time off this Christmas, then why not use some of that time to find out exactly what it is that you love and matters to you. It isn’t always as obvious as you think.
Oh jolly dee. It’s that time of year again. Sleigh bells, Nativity plays, mince pies, hangovers, overdrafts and thirty six new pairs of socks. Oh yes, and the annual update from Planet Smellie.
Animal tally much as last year although Meg had a close shave earlier this year. Copious quantities of steroids later and she has bounced back tremendously, they don’t seem to have done much for her farts however which are now more pungent than ever. Not bad for a 15 year old springer though.
We have finally understood why the Dancer’s bedroom is so heart attack inducingly messy. For she has applied to medical school and when she starts rummaging around in people’s insides she will already have had plenty of practice locating hidden objects and will thus have a head start on her more tidy colleagues.
The Singers have been choosing their A-Level options. We can only hope that deciding on the answers on the actual exam papers will be easier. Final decisions have now been made and their minds have moved on to where they would like to do their work experience. Singer Two has opted for a law firm and Singer One for the Police. That is quite handy. Should you plough your car into the central reservation, The Dancer will patch you up, Singer One will lock you up and Singer Two will stitch you up.
I have finally left Choristers, only two years after I originally gave my notice. I am now a lady of leisure. Although I maintain I got more peace and quiet when I went out to work. And as The Boss pointed out I got paid as well. President of the Brancepeth Village WI does not bring in any remuneration but is a lot more fun.
The Boss has managed to get himself on the more interesting lecture circuit after years of Leeds, Nottingham and Glasgow et al. He and his helpful bag carrier spent three wonderful days in Padua in October, even if we did have to wrap the truffle risotto mix in eight plastic bags in an attempt to keep the smell volume down. It didn’t work by the way and The Boss’s jumpers would have been lethal had he worn them anywhere near a sniffer dog. In February our intrepid pair are flying off to Australia. This is both extremely exciting and extremely worrying as The Dancer is being left at home as the “Responsible Adult in Charge”. No we do not want to hear your horror stories, we have heard enough already and have very vivid imaginations.
So that brings our news to a close. We hope 2013 has treated you well and wish you a peaceful and happy 2014.
Christmas is coming the goose is getting fat
Please put a penny in the old man’s hat
If you haven’t got a penny a farthing will do
If you haven’t got a farthing God bless you.
Christmas is indeed coming, but farthings (a quarter of a penny) are long gone. The man with the hat is sadly still with us. I was speechless to read the news reports about “Black Friday”. With apologies to my American readers, but this is yet another US import that we really could have done without. As I try to gradually rid our house of all the unnecessary stuff that we have accumulated without even noticing (sometimes I really do think that clutter does procreate and at the rate of rats as well) people are killing each other in order to get a discount on something they probably didn’t even know they wanted.
What is our relationship with belongings? Why do we feel the need to own things, does it validate us? We are probably quite unusual in that we have never taken out a loan to buy a car, we always buy second hand and we buy the best we can afford with the money we are prepared to send. Consequently I have never owned an Audi nor a Merc nor a Range Rover. We have to have a 4×4 because of where we live and we have a 16 year old RAV (one careful female owner whose father happened to be a car mechanic and only 80,000 on the clock – private sale for less than £2K) It does what it says on the tin. I don’t need to say who I am by the car I drive.
We do need the basics for life and most of us would like some creature comforts, I am not for a moment suggesting that asceticism is the only way to go but I am staggered by the conspicuousness of the consumption. I like to look good, I like my home to look good and feel comfortable, I like a car that starts and I enjoy my food and drink. I do not need 50 handbags and 20 black skirts. We need only one fridge and as long as it is the right size for our family and keeps the food cold does it matter how old it is?
Age and background don’t seem to make any difference. Is it our fault? Have we brought this upon ourselves? Can we stem the tide or is it too late?
It is the third day of Advent. If you would like to do it a little bit differently you could do no worse than read Stephen Cottrell’s excellent book.
Do nothing – Christmas is coming
I had a eureka moment this summer. Actually that’s a lie, it was more of an aaaaaaaaaah realisation moment. One of those moments when stuff that has always seemed a bit out of kilter suddenly makes perfect sense.
I have always thought of myself as an autumn/winter person. The kind of person who loves snuggling up by the fire with the dogs and a good book; crispy winter walks; big rambunctious winter casseroles. And indeed, I do love all those things. But I love warmth and sunshine and long summer days more.
Perhaps because of our wonderful summer this year, following the dreadful excuse for a summer we had last year I have been outside much more. The garden has been more productive and the foraging has been superb. It’s been wonderful. I don’t want it to end, I don’t really want winter and darkness. I want the light to last.
I tried to cheer myself up with the prospect of Christmas. And that is when I began to panic. I have always gone full pelt at Christmas. Not necessarily spending money but in making, baking, preparing, decorating, gathering.
I don’t want to do that this year. Having spent all this time taking things out of our house I do not want to bring any back in. But that’s not all there is to it. It isn’t just a question of things or stuff it’s a question of attitude.
I want simple. I want a simple Christmas. Simple decorations, simple food, simple celebrations. It doesn’t make them any the less valued or special but the thought of a heavily decorated house and a freezer full of meals that will probably still be there in January makes me feel just a little bit ill.
I can’t stop the present fest on my own. The Boss and I tend to give each other things we need. Last year we both unwittingly gave each other saltpetre for preserving and smoked salt which we both love. Not perhaps the most traditional of presents but it made us laugh that we had both been thinking along identical lines. Or we give days out. That’s how I got to spend a weekend at Taste The Wild and a fabulous overnight at The Crab and Lobster. But I can wear the present fest down. I can do simple.
Today I tackled an AAGH zone. The present cupboard (as opposed to the future and past cupboards) is both a help and a hindrance.
Yes, it is useful to be able to pick things up for friends and family, that moment when you see something and go “Yes!” But there is also the temptation to buy random things in sales that you can “allocate” later. I am often guilty of this. There are a lot of children in our family and I have been wont to buy up books and toys in the sales and then wonder who to give them to.
Most things find happy homes, but there are a few items that have hung around for several years. But still I have kept them in the vain hope that suddenly somebody will want the rather lovely carving set that came free with our knives. A perfect example of the free gift you don’t want. I still buy things when I see them and know that the person I have bought them for will love them and use them. But all the other opportunistic purchases. No. Not anymore. All I was doing was fooling myself I was getting a bargain when I was still being sucked in to the consumerist “need to have/need to buy”. I bought two beautiful and very simple slipware tumblers for a friend. They will suit their lifestyle and will be used. They cost me 50P each in a closing down sale. But who cares what the cost is? They were bought with purpose and love not just because they were a bargain.
Then there is the wrapping paper. Many years ago my mother and I wrapped all our presents in chinese and arabic newspapers. Those were the days when Paris Match was exotic. Since then I have usually wrapped presents in brown paper with red ribbon. But that is still disposable. We have moved on to bags, but the problem there is that you need to get the bag back in order to refill it for next year.
This is the current present cupboard. The red box has presents that are allocated to specific people. The pink file is my Christmas file, lists of presents I have given people over the past 10 years (with a lot of people to buy for it is important not to give a similar present two years in a row), recipes and decoration ideas etc. Some crackers bought in the sale last year. I think this ought to be the last year of crackers. They are so very not zero waste. Need to find an alternative.
The yellow bag has various things collected and made for Samaritan’s Purse Christmas shoe boxes.
Soon it will be the Singers’ birthday. They will be 15. It is hard to have a mother who wants to stop buying when you are a teenager. But I am proud to say they are on board. Singer one doesn’t know what she wants for her birthday but she would like a really good pair of boots. So we will buy boots in the autumn because as she says “there is no point buying something just for the sake of it when there is something I would like and use and can get later.”