I should begin by offering you the heartiest of
Seasons Greetings!
I adore Christmas, that is I am in search of that feeling of wonder, shooting stars tingling somewhere below my ribcage. Presents are great, but "that" feeling is peculiar to Christmas and I look for ward to it year in year out. When I hear the first Christmas Carol in early December the taper is lit.Sitting on the top deck of a big red bus as dusk falls and Christmas lights sparkle into life. One Sunday morning earlier in December I was captivated by a short clip of a glowing fire...
...posted by the deliciously lovely Gil Fox, maker of beautiful hats, corsages, hair pins and fripperies.
A couple of hours, a muddy dog walk and glorious bowl later...I arrive at Great Dixter Christmas Fair.
Inside the Yeoman's Hall is a cornucopia of loveliness Merchant and Mills, Persephone Books, Folk at Home, Gil Fox Hats, Freight by Helene Adamczewski, Martha and Ed's Kitchen, Warp and Weft Styling . I KNOW, so special, Gil's stand looked gorgeous, her beautiful colours against the wooden panelling.
Outside the garden looks magical, half asleep but abundant with hips and haws and hints of future blossom in fat buds.
Back home enjoying the spoils, deck the halls!
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What a lovely set of photos, the place really does look magical.
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Your photos make me feel all warm and cosy. The wreaths look amazing and I will be on the look out for something similar next year! Have a wonderful 2015 x
ReplyDeleteHow lovely.......My first visit to Great Dixter this summer was a real highlight of my trip around Sussex and Kent. I loved the wildflower meadow and the patio area with all the pots, so colourful! Happy New Year!
ReplyDeletehello lovely! i've missed you... i long for a northern xmas (it's been a very long time)
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I have to tell you this before the year is over, how you helped me without even knowing it. Some months ago I wanted to start a blog but couldn't find a name. Anything with my name (Petra) was taken already. Then somehow I landed on your lovely blog and thought that you gave it such a wonderfull name and then it hit me! My girlfriends husband from down the street always calls me "peet down the street" and that was it! So Sarah Jane down the lane, thank you for your inspiration, from peet down the street!
ReplyDeleteOh Petra! Brilliant...or rather Peet that's fantastic --x--
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