On the twelfth day of Christmas
Christmas at chezbob was rushing out to get a "decorated pine" on my final day in the states for 2005. The lights went up in November and look so good they will stay all year round. I also drank mulled wine and ate Lebkuchen with my land-lady and got rather jolly- jolly enough to dare to open the large gift Rian sent. And it is displayed in rather full glory here- the snowglobe. Maybe it was the wine but I definitely felt a tear when I saw it. There is a moral to this tale. It has something to do with telling people "from the Internet" your childhood memories. I can't work out whether the moral is that you should do this as you get great rewards like this or that you shouldn't do this as you get a debt that you can never hope to repay. Oh, Rian should also recognise the lol
ly. All the presents are for other people including the crazy kitkats.The Christmas tree at Home was a little more impressive though a little smaller than usual. We didn't even have to chop the top off it to make it fit as we normally do. It was decorated at always by me in utter haste on Christmas Eve.
A rare photo here of my family on Christmas Day taken at Jamie's Godmother's house. Egads, whoever took this photo must have been shaking a lot. Oh well. The blur just makes us prettier.
posted by keppet @ 10:15 PM
7 Comments:
Ye gods of fishes! Rian has fallen in love with Keppet's House simply from that one photo! The windows! The windows! The bright, warm, white light! The windows!
I think I am panting. Rian wants such a place.
And the tree is lovely, as well.
...and ye will make Rian frown, o Keppet, if you imply gifts equal debt incurred.
The front room certainly is impressive... I believe that it should be called a parlour in the olde Englishe terms, right? A place purely for entertaining guests? There are antiques in this room. Lots of cabinets with old china (some that is Victorian, some that was made at the hands of the great Keppet in her infant school years). Old paintings of fairytales, old pictures of grandparents as children. Glass doors lead into the conservatory and there is a "fireplace" (gas really) with a glorious mantelpiece displaying Chinese statuettes and pieces of pottery and jade.
It's a nice room. The room opposite used to be nice too. Deep red colours. Window seats. A great dining table. A real fireplace with a larger mantelpiece that certainly dominates the room. Or at least would if it hadn't become yet another store room for all of my dad's papers, old unused desks and computer equipment.
I'm really glad you updated your blog, Kep. *grins* Stalking is no fun, otherwise.
Great family photo, too!
I am jealous of the huuuuge tree. Ours stands in much the same size of window (a normal three-pane bay, though, not a big surround one like yours) but it stands on a cupboard, not the floor.
*looks closely at picture of tree*
(tree clearly more interesting than family)
Is that a candy cane I see? That's a gorgeous day going on outside, too. And ooh, all the baubles. And...hah. Angel's on top, then?
Fairy not Angel. Clearly.
Hmm.
Get mental image of Angel dressed up as a fairy out of my head now, please.
Angel Ballerina. *snigger*
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