I have a confession to make. I haven't got a christmas tree. Instead I've got a twig in a glass bottle. It's a rather nice twig, covered in lichen and little feathery fronds. A minimalist tree, if you will. And it has just one decoration.
I was given this sweet little felted bauble by a friend. I love it. Simple, colourful and handmade. It reminds me a of those christmas pebbles I made last year.
And I love the silvery wood of this chunky little stool (made using reclaimed wood, by the same friend who made these). Especially when paired with my twig, the bauble, the bottle and some sunlight.
I haven't got a tree because I'm away over christmas, and I know when I come home I shall have had enough of it all.
Last night it snowed. I was visiting a little hamlet up on the moor, and it was transformed by a gentle dusting of magical white. We even had a few flurries down by the sea today. It's a rare thing, this far south west, and without fail I feel a childlike excitement.
I'm wishing for more!