Tuesday, 18 December 2012

Hanging a home

It's weird how you find things in random places - items that wouldn't mean anything to anyone else but when you find it, it's like you was always meant to. When i was out gathering vintage baubles to make my Christmas wreath I came across a vintage decoration that took me back to memories of Christmas in the homeland.

You see it's a vintage house tree ornament - of a silver building, red roof and green trees. To anyone else it might just be a house but to me it's a little more. You see when my parents married in 1982 for their first married Christmas together in their first home they brought a set of two house ornaments exactly the same. Each Christmas ever since, each of them hung one of the two decorations upon the Christmas year. It was their tradition.

And now I found my little house, sat in the bottom of a collection of old torments. Shame there was only one but just weird how I found one thousands of miles away here in Michigan [granted they probably made thousands if not millions of them in China and shipped them globally - but ya know].


  1. As they say sweet "Home is where the heart is" and yours is in your new home and with the lovely memories of your old. The little house found you.
    Love v

  2. That's lovely, and a lovely story behind both your parents ornaments and yours too. Have a great Christmas. X

  3. Aw - funny how things bring back such wonderful memories. Glad you found it again.
    Liz @ Shortbread & Ginger

  4. It's a lovely ornament & story. It's what Christmas is all about, looking forward to the New Year but reflecting on the past :)

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  6. Totally, truly meant to be. Fate has a way of stepping in xxx