“Do you know," Peter asked, "why swallows build in the eaves of houses? It is to listen to the stories.” ~ J.M. Barrie, Peter Pan

12.01.2012

advent day 1: an unseen angel


i have been topping trees with stars and i have dangled a few from the ceiling.
if it's pretty it must be christmas.

i have tons of little christmas trees, more than i ever remember, in fact, all wrapped in black bags and tucked away, hidden, going invisible the rest of the year, always a surprise when i begin to unwrap them.  i can't even tell you what i was looking for this season - nothing specific, just some inspiration i think, for christmas at work.  the emma tree is gone, nowhere to hang bulbs and lights unless i buy a real tree, and i save that for home, so i was looking for a hint, for a sign that said this way,  for help, for magic.  i unwrapped trees and laughed and oohed and ahhed, and said yes, i remember you, and i stood them on my work table in the front room, not thinking, just doing, and when at last i turned around, i found a village of trees scattered across the surface.  and like that, yes, just like that, i was a child again in my grandmother's house, building doll rooms from whatever she had to hand; an opened wallet for a couch, matchboxes for coffee tables.  i never owned the "store bought" doll furniture, and i never minded - i loved making my own, deciding what this  looked like and what it could become.

and so the christmas trees.  i stacked, i rearranged, i drizzled warm silver garland through their midst.  boxes wrapped in white paper became snowy hills.  i found stars and bluebirds and nestled them among the lights and branches.  i rolled a few clementines against their bottoms and tossed them silvered pinecones.  i played.  and then there it was.  the best christmas village ever, built of stuff gathered over the years of my life, nothing matching, everything perfect.  i was that little girl clapping her hands together.

and the best part?
that flurry of blue in the picture above.
i have no idea what that is.
the wings of a christmas angel, i'm thinking.  



12 comments:

  1. I love. We make our own ornaments. Our tree is a memory of times spent with family and friends making them - each year. I love it and I love this.

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  2. Oh yes, most definitely an angel... and this is all just gorgeous. See, now I want to visit you... you have the best magic.

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    1. Ohh...just love the idea of all sorts of beautiful little, sparkly trees. Gorgeous post and gorgeous pictures.

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  3. i love this december 1. from nothing you created perfect.
    a tricky feat, but NOT impossible.
    most of all, i love that the chairs do not match. none of mine do.
    the stylists are wrong. we can mismatch and build from nothing.
    in fondest. tilda

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  4. day 1. and already you remind me of the best part of christmas.

    to play.

    bless you. xo

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  5. Such sweet beauty. I love your chairs also.

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  6. Perfection is created from mistakes and broken things. Seeing how they fit together after the breaking is the gift, you see.

    Such a wonderful post...

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  7. soft blue & white among the holiday .. this is you !!

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  8. But where is that little tiny one you have? That sweet adorable one? (you know which one I am talking about)

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come. sit under the emma tree & let's talk. i have cookies . . .