(Disclosure: this is a review post; all thoughts about Guy Fawkes, twinkle lights and Christmas decorating are very much my own!)
The pumpkins are sitting on top of the recycling bin in our garden, somewhere nearby someone is either getting a bit of early practice for Bonfire Night or is a bit late with the Diwali celebrations and the centre of town has been decked out in silver reindeer and some giant Disney-esque chandeliers that catch the sunlight and twinkle gently as you walk underneath.
Regardless of the excuse, faith-based justification, or celebration of a failed attempt at regicide, it seems that it is human nature the world over to seek out the light in these last few darkening months of the year.
I’m far from immune myself; by the time December arrives our house will be decked out in twinkle lights, and although I have to wait for the arrival of the tree to really go to town, I’m absolutely convinced that the only reason our curtain rails exist is for the draping of fairy lights, their ability to actually hold up curtains being somewhat compromised by the lousy quality of the plaster to which they are affixed (seriously, sometimes I think we’ve spent nine years in this house just trying to keep the lounge curtains up).
And in the meantime we’ve been embracing autumn and the early dark evenings by lighting our candle for tea time as well as supper; it’s rather mesmerising watching it flicker away as dusk turns to night and there is of course the added advantage that if Kitty blows it out at tea time, Elma does supper and vice versa and no one can complain because they can’t remember whose turn it was yesterday.
So when Culture Vulture wondered whether I might like to embrace Christmas a little bit on the early side this year it was always going to be about the lights.
Last year H and I snuck into Kitty’s room one morning and set up pink fairy lights around her bed before she woke up.
Her face when she came running in to our room to tell us all about the pink twinkles was pure magic. We were never going to get away with the sneakiness two years running, and it wouldn’t have had the same level of surprise as the first time anyway, but it has been lovely to start our not-quite-Christmas decorating with the Lisberg Garland.
I really like strings of lights that are more than just the lights themselves; my favourite tree lights had Father Christmases with red pom pom hats and when the lights gave up the ghost I spent ages trying to work out whether I could salvage Santa. This garland has the same appeal, with stars and bells wired into the string of led lights and little gingham bows glued onto the base of the lights.
I love how it looks tucked around Kitty’s headboard, it’s pretty in the sunshine and picks up the colours in her quilt, and then when the dark comes it’s a very gentle and festive nightlight.
Though I fear that this may be only a temporary custody arrangement; when Christmas comes I’m really tempted to find Kitty some pink tinsel and weave the lights through the garland that goes up our stairs, if only so that we’ll jingle as we run up and down stairs, and as they’re battery operated I don’t need to worry about being near a plug socket; definitely a good thing as we’re very short on plugs around here.
I should say that I did have a couple of issues with the garland we were sent; a couple of the bows fell off as we opened the packet and there were more than a few glue strands left in situ; I let Culture Vulture know and they were more than happy to send out a replacement; problem solved!