Growing up, we had a red tinsel Christmas tree. It didn’t matter what decorations you put on it’s sparse branches, you could not make it look any good. As the saying goes, you cannot make a silk purse out of a sow’s ear and this tree was more pig’s arse than sow’s ear.
The first Christmas Bearhands and I shared at the farm, I bought a department store-worthy tree on Grays Online. When it arrived, I discovered that you had to assemble each branch individually, before inserting it into the trunk of the tree. 140 stems x 8 leaves = pain in the wreath. Erecting this monstrosity was such a behemoth effort that it completely took the fun out of decorating the tree. The results were beautiful, but what should have been a bit of festive fun left me muttering curse words under my breath (and we all know that Santa doesn’t deliver Sav Blanc to sweary mummies!)
One of my fonder childhood Christmas memories are stained glass window biscuits. I hadn’t thought about them in forever, but once they were in my head, I couldn’t get them out. I’d heard mixed reviews about the level of difficulty in making them work, but I’m pleased to say that this method worked beautifully first time. We won’t be hanging these on the tree though, the kids leave enough ant invitations under the table without dangling them in the lounge room.
Can we have a quick chat about baking paper? There’s good baking paper and there is really lousy baking paper. The good stuff makes all the difference. If you accidentally buy bad stuff, give it to the kids for tracing paper and get some more. I’ve spent hours in the kitchen in the past, only to have all my hard work undone by being a cheapskate and buying bad paper. I don’t cry over spilt milk, but stuck biscuits are an entirely different matter. Learn from my mistakes, lovelies!
This year, we’ve chosen a little pine tree that’s growing in the back paddock. The Big Sister is disappointed; I can tell from the sow’s ear expression on her face. But the big Christmas tree will stay boxed up until she’s old enough to use a few swear words of her own.
what was your tree like growing up?
do you remember stained glass window biscuits?