In Sydney, it’s so unseasonably cold right now that it doesn’t feel completely topsy turvy to be sending Xmas cards decorated with snow and apple cheeked cherubs wrapped up in warm scarves.
Unfortunately, the weather isn’t the only topsy turvy festive thing around here. Let me present my Xmas tree!
Over the years, I have flirted with theming the tree. I’ve tried the tasteful green glass handblown Country Road baubles, the stylish silver and white striped and tasselled balls, the glitzy embellished padded hearts, the wholesome red wooden hearts and birds. I even cross-stitched some decorations once. I know! Domestic goddess or what?!
There was the year I was pregnant and spent far too much money on Classic Pooh ornaments, which coincided nicely with the time I tried to celebrate our countries of origin and decorated with various Kiwiana ornaments, like a Buzzy Bee and jandal wearing Santa, teamed with teeny stuffed Welsh dragons. Boyo’s lovely Granny also sends us exquisitely handmade knitted or beaded decorations every year. Then there are my showgirl goes to Bollywood decorations – feathers, high heels, handbags, sequinned horses, velvet, beaded, bedazzled, bejewelled, bejaysus!
Not helping is our beloved family Xmas tradition of Boyo and I choosing a decoration every year. This year’s selection was a truly showgirl feathered and bedazzled birdy for Boyo, and an aqua flocked reindeer of great tweeness for yours truly.
Of course, there are the many decorative delights produced by Boyo, including this year’s beautiful tree topper. Apparently, my bejewelled and tulle skirted angel didn’t cut the mustard.
However, this is one time of year that it’s absolutely fine, if not expected, for my inner magpie to lead my decorating decisions. What I wind up doing is sorting all the disparate decorations into piles, working out which theme to go with, and then chucking the whole lot on, in a style I fondly imagine is eclectic. More commonly known as “bonkers”.
Do you theme your tree? Do you plan your decorations? Or do you release your inner magpie, like me, and trim the tree with gay abandon?