My sister's home......

My sister and her husband have a beautiful home. Never more so than at Christmas time. As you come in to the foyer from the hall, you will see her memory tree, which is decorated with ornaments from her 50 something years. Decorations made by friends and family, or collected round the world. Tartan ribbons for our friend in Scotland, the carebear I invented one Christmas when Diana was tiny.....full of memories......

There it is, the memory tree. With patchwork cushion, quilts, and bears, and SO much more. Photos just do not do it justice, and believe me, I have tried.

Rudolph is climbing a ladder.....

And as we go upstairs, looking back down you can see the bunting I brought for her, and the lovely candle ring hanging over the stairwell.....

The sideboard in the dining room............

And into the lounge. Mum made all the co-ordinating blankets....Have a look at the winter village she has constructed on the unit. It changes slightly every year, and it is beautiful.

Here it is lit in the evening. Well, part of it. A very small part of it! There are mountains, and ski slopes,and lakes and suburbs.....

Mince pies and biscuits parcelled up for delivery.....

The bedroom. Christmas goes on throughout the house. The bathrooms, kitchens, halls.....
And it is a big house. Such fun, and really beautiful. Especially the tree. She is very, very talented, and we all get to enjoy her home. Thank you, little sister!