Oops, I think that i've been Kirstied.

I like a bit of kitsch, and less is not more at Christmas, I like twinkly lights, bunting and swathes of greenery. But within limits, usually, this year I am in danger of going OTT.

I blame Channel 4, they have been showing the effervescent Kirstie delving whole heartedly into a home made Christmas, with bells on.

I have been caught up and dragged jumped in with her,

 

 

 

There is bunting going from front door, up the stairs and along the landing.

 

 

 

 

There is a garland along the spindles on the landing.

 

Oh and I have been playing with yarn and hook

 

 

This little baggie kick started it all.

 

 

First there was a looong chain.

 

 

 

Then there was a small bouquet of assorted flowers.

 

 

 

Pompoms were there in abundance.

 

 

 

 

A flock of multi hued birds fluttered in.

 

 

 

They settled down to become this, the start of something big

 

The pompoms are titchy, I made them using a dinner fork. I know that I have been Kirstied, I have not only been up the Amazon to buy a pompom maker, I have bought a whole set.

 

 There has been a minimal amount of housework done, Ben has had his walks, albeit shorter as it is freezing hard here. I have even fallen behind with the tea drinking.

 

And I am not ashamed in the slightest, I plan on hooking my way through a garden of flowers and possibly a dozen or so birds. Once my purchase from A arrives I will be pompomming all over the place.

 

Dinner last night was bubble and squeak with some pork in a pepper sauce, tonight it is in the lap of the gods, fridge bottom something. I have to slip out to the local shop for some milk, I have plenty in the fridge and cupboards to eat, I just have no inclination to cook.

 

I am off now, otherwise I will be hooking away and the shop will be closed before I realise how fast the time is flying.

 

                   TTFN                                                   Pam