I appear to have developed an addiction to glossy magazines.
I have read 3 of them in the past 4 weeks and this definitely cannot be normal.
I must confess that I am using the term “read” in the
loosest possible sense of the word. What I really mean is that I have looked at
the lovely photographs and baulked at the amount of cash that people spend on
items to shove in their house at Christmas to make everything feel more
festive.
Christmas at the Jodhpurs household consists of a 7 foot fake
tree in the lounge and some strings displaying Britney (not her real name)’s Christmas
cards.
The Chinese-manufactured 7 foot tree is something of an
antique. I purchased it from Argoose 14 years ago; it cost £19.99 and came with
a free set of lights.
The lights gave up the ghost many years ago. In fact I seem
to recall getting them out one Christmas and despite them working perfectly on
the floor, after I had flung them onto the tree from a great distance they
refused to work at all. So I merrily cut them up with a pair of scissors, put
them in the wheelie bin and nipped to Woolworths to buy a replacement set.
Incredibly, the Woolworths set still work but the tree is so enormous that we
have another set from Sainsbury’s that are intermingled with them.
Incidentally, I cannot believe that I have just dedicated an
entire paragraph to the history of my Christmas tree lights.
Anyway, at this time of year all these fat and glossy
magazines are packed to bursting with inspirational Christmas ideas. And from
what I understand there are basically 3 different Christmas themes:
Traditional, Contemporary and Scandinavian.
Well how exciting. I didn’t know that we were expected to adopt
a theme for Christmas.
I flicked through the lovely photographs again, imagining
that my house resembled the ones in the photo shoots and tried to ignore
Britney’s pens and toys that were scattered all over the floor in the real
world.
Firstly, our house cannot do Contemporary. It’s an old
building and it needs to be filled with walking sticks, coats with zips that do
not work, wellies and paintings of pheasants. Pictures of VW Beetles and
distressed signs informing all and sundry that the household would rather be at
the beach, just would not work.
My friend, The TK Maxx Ambassador, has a Contemporary home
and I love it. It’s a new build, full of bleached driftwood, inspirational
signs, pink fluffy things and pretty lights. It looks beautiful because it is a
new house. If you transported her amazing home interior into my house, it would
look as though Britney had decorated it with a tenner to spend at Poundland;
and a catapult.
A Traditional theme has to be more appropriate for my house.
Upon referring back to the glossy magazine that had become my Christmas bible,
I discovered that I would need to have a roaring open fire to achieve this look
and every surface must be covered with holly and ivy. I tried the greenery
thing a few years ago and it frazzled to a crisp on the beams in my lounge
within a day. That’s one of the problems with log burners the size of Bristol and the fact that
heat rises.
I was also a bit concerned that I might have to kit out the
Jodhpurs family in matching jumpers and stand around a piano singing Christmas
carols. This is a bit of an issue as none of us can actually play the piano. Standing
around Britney’s Karaoke machine singing along to a Little Mix backing track
can’t have the same Christmas feeling surely?
So it seems that the only theme available to me is the Scandinavian
one. I have to confess that this was my favourite theme all along and I even
took the liberty of going and getting my credit card before I starting reading
about how to turn my house into a typical festive Scandinavian house.
There is nothing quite like the thrill of buying nice new
things and I was ready, plastic card in hand to ensure my house resembled a
Swedish Ski Chalet by Christmas Eve.
According to the glossy magazine, if you are adventurous
enough to seriously alter your home interior to take on the theme, you need
lots of wood.
Luckily when the man converted our house from an ancient,
derelict mill there was obviously a very good deal on wood. The deal must have
been very, very good, because the entire 1st floor of my house is
tongue and groove wood panelling. This resembles a Swedish sauna as opposed to
a Swedish home but nevertheless, it was a very good start.
You also need a log burner to fully embrace the Scandinavian
theme. At this point I placed my credit card on the coffee table because I have
one of those as well. Unfortunately Dick Van Dyke (The Chimney Sweep) isn’t
coming to sweep the chimney until Thursday and consequently the log burner is
belching toxic smoke into the lounge whenever I open the door to throw another
log in.
I suppose at least I know that I am not in a sauna because I
am choking instead of sweating.
Apparently you also need faux fur throws to truly accept the
Scandinavian theme. Reading this made me put my credit card back in my wallet
because I’ve already got 2 faux fur throws on each sofa.
A Scandinavian Christmas theme also consists of red and
white decorations. I do not need any more red and white Christmas tree
decorations either; for we live in fear of the tree collapsing under the weight
of red and white decorations.
Pine cones feature very heavily in a Scandinavian Christmas.
So it’s lucky that Britney and I go and collect them from the wood nearby.
Unfortunately, instead of using them to make Christmas tree decorations or
table centres, we dry them out and then chuck them by the bucket load into the
log burner when it needs lit.
So it would seem that I have created a Scandinavian
Christmas without buying a thing.
I am delighted and am playing some ABBA tunes
to celebrate. Pint of Aquavit, anyone?