Taking just a PINK moment here to visit with everyone decking the halls for Christmas celebrations and then-some! The bins were broken out on Black Friday – while everyone else was stressing out in the stores. Bins brimming with my Christmas season decor! How does it happen that there are more and more of them each year? My four harvest decor bins are tucked neatly away til next September – and, there are yet two Christmas bins to unpack – my dining room fixtures of Santas and the Nativity tableaux.
To be sure, I shall have much to share in holiday posts as the month of December strolls along with merry wishes for all! To begin with – here’s a peak at some of my living room holiday pinks!
One of my favorite of my Santa collection –
Such sweet shades of rose pinks, silver, teal, and white – our Santa here is of the Victorian genre, holding a sweet pink bonneted china doll for some lucky little girl on Christmas morn!
Santa’s sure to stop in my own village creation – gathered from yard sales, thrift shops, and varied store brands – each village piece selected to suit my idealized Main Street in a Thomas Kinkadesque Victorian downtown city setting. I call it Pageant Wagon Village – and have even changed the original names of some of the shops with a little paper, printer, and glue-stick. Examples of which to be in forthcoming posts.
But, for today – enjoy the street carolers gathered at the entrance of the covered footbridge – singing your favorite Christmas traditional tunes in the midst of a bustling city-scape.
Officer O’Donnell greets Mrs. Pumphries as she checks her list once again in the quest to bless everyone in her family with just the right gift.
She is, however, stumped, as to what precious token to give to her dearest friend, the good Mrs. Beadle. But, I suppose we could just call them Madge and Beryl. Such close confidants since childhood – only the most beautiful of treasures will do. Stay tuned for further updates on this score!
Oh – and here’s my coffee table centerpiece of beaded fruit in that Victorian pink shade again.
Apples, pears, and pomegranates resting casually on a bed of burgundy grape clusters. To be eaten by the eyes only!
Now, for my last word on Thanksgiving: I had to write a letter to the editor of our newspaper this week. Usually don’t – but just couldn’t let this one slide by. You see, a reader-submitted letter was published earlier this week on the opinion page condemning the day, pointing out the true nature of Thanksgiving as being wrapped up in an incident of horrific proportions that happened in Connecticut in 1637 – not Massachusetts in 1621 – let alone Jamestown, Virginia in 1620! This particular episode the writer was pointing out had nothing to do with pilgrims – but of white slave traders. I was – justifiably – outraged. Took to my computer, and emailed a rebuttal. Of course, the newspaper titled it abominably – get this: “Giving thanks for men who help others”. What? That was not the point of what I wrote. You read it HERE – and then decide!
Meanwhile – I hope you enjoyed a blessed Thanksgiving, and take the time this coming Christmas festivities month to continue to meditate with a thankful heart on the Reason for the Season – Jesus Christ.
Sharing this Pink Holiday Post with Beverly’s Pink Saturday at How Sweet the Sound.