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It’s amazing how life can ‘all-of-a-sudden’ change. I’ve been so amazingly blessed with a new love in my life; a Grand-baby! ‘So this Christmas will be very special; come, share my first Christmas as Grandma.
I am what I am:
I am not one to blindly follow trends just because; I’d rather have a style of my own, things I love. Some things have always felt special to me for certain reasons. My Steiff Bears are one of those, since they came halfway across the world with me and have stood by me quietly for decades!
This year I have allowed to come out for some special celebration as the ‘Lil fellow has his first look at the Christmas decor. These and old fashioned toys have always caught my eye and I especially love the hand-worked wood.
Holding onto to these treasures feels like it keeps me a bit younger, and bit more youthful. How amazing it is to now be able to share (ok, maybe a tiny bit) them. I used a soft white fur throw to make a stage on the fireplace hearth so that no little ‘noggin’ gets bumped and it really looks like snow.
It seems like just a couple years ago that my son would squeal with glee when he saw a maze of wood train tracks at the library! How could I not collect and keep some for the anticipation?!
The Marionettes and pull toys that the old hands built are so precious. How is it that these would just pop magically into my sight this year? I keep finding more in my ‘magic vault’.
From a different time:
My 50+ year old Steiff bear reminds me of a time when toys did not go through a fast cycle of ‘buy and trash’, but of treasure more and more. It’s so sad to see so much find it’s way to the landfill.
Who can resist a hand-carved jointed bear either?
My ‘wee one’ is still not that mobile so my treasures will be mostly enjoyed from afar, but don’t worry I have much to share once he’s able.
Christmas is an explosion of colour and sparkle, and my visual brain can only handle so much. This scheme of natural elements is far more relaxing for me.
They are pensive, quiet and well behaved… and don’t need batteries!
But nothing compares to this fellow! Seeing the sparkle in his eye when the train rolls along the track or the marionette dances is all the gifts I need! Is that not what it’s all about?! Yes, I know I am very sentimental! I’ll stop ‘gushing’ now…
My children were taught to respect their belongings and take care of them. I somehow could not part with them and had stashed them away for so many years. It’s not always possible but it just took a few totes, and I’m glad I did.
How amazing it is now to have the memories pass to the newest generation! It’s amazing how much my children remember about our play when they were quite young. It’s recycling at it’s finest! And who knows; by the time these newest ones are done with them they may be worth some interesting vintage value.
Tiny Skates & Old world Father Christmases…
‘And who said sheep can’t be on the tree? (handmade in 1984!)
Make some of your own:
Maybe, if you are so inclined; you can design and cut some of your own designs! I know you can be creative.
Some twinkling lights, a bit of personalities, and some sugar cookies – pretty well perfect since I know my ‘Sweetie-pie’ will be dropping by quite soon!