Bitten By the Bug.

Christmasfire

Well you've got to give me credit. It is October 13th and I haven't mentioned it once. Not even once, when this time last year I had us all in a festive frenzy before we 'd even had time to carve our pumpkins.

I'm kind of scared you see. I've had fifteen years of Christmas one way and now I've got to re-invent it all over again, and while I've been clinging onto the last vestiges of Summer, it is plain for all to see that Autumn in all it's cosy, shivery glory is upon us and if I don't get around to accepting that Christmas is coming whether I want it to or not, not only will I be all out at sea come Christmas morning, but no doubt, I'll be all at sea  without  a  single  present wrapped or indeed, as  my Dad would  say, without a child in the house washed...

Never fear though, because today I was well and truly bitten by the bug that is the joyous season- in Ikea of all places. Though I can usually hardly bear to talk about the place, today it was kind of abuzz with Christmassy something. No I didn't succumb to a range of Swedish Christmas Corn dollies nor buy a flatpack gingerbread house which come Christmas will be smashed to Smithereeens. I resisted buying their hideously cheap baubles and even got out the door without a packet of meatballs, but vintage lovers, though it chokes me to say it, today I got kind of caught up in the  whole it's so cheap I gotta have it thing that usually results in me abandoning my trolley  at the door and leaving with only a rubber hot dog to show for my endeavours.

Goodness what am I going on about? Christmas, that was it...

So instead I loaded up with lots and lots of orange scented candles now twinkling merrily amongst the Autumnal gourds and mini pumpkins decorating my mantlepiece. I bought a fuzzy fiery coloured throw to snuggle up in,  two very cute lacquer red lamps  that make my bedroom look like a cosy brothel, a whole lot of church candles and  about fifty three rolls of wrapping  paper.

Then on a roll, I hot footed it over to Marks and Spencers  and filled a trolley with clementines and satsumas, christmas scented pot pouuri and oil, my first bottle of mulled wine of the season, some melt in your mouth they are so deliciously divine  clementine and almond cookies,  a pretty bottle of opalescent pearly pink bubble bath, some Christmas washing up liquid (what am I like!!), some  twigs and yet another little pumpkin...

And tonight, were it not for the fact that my freezer is having a crisis of the frozen kind and I'm gonna have to defrost it at half past nine on a Friday night, tonight I would be in heaven with  my little pile of Christmassy magazines, some turkish delight and a house that all of a sudden feels like devastation has got up and left, never to darken our door again...

Christmas will be ok won't it? Let's make it wonderful.

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