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This is the first of a series of posts about having a fun and pretty Christmas, even if the cupboard is bare, the overdraft is large and everyone else is ignoring you in favour of your much cuter new nephew.

Because Christmas is not aimed at people in their twenties. All the seasonal adverts pitch squarely at exhausted mums trying to fill every stocking and bake every mince pie, or at children who, by 1st December, are already delirious with excitement about all the new plastic stuff they’ll be allowed to break on Christmas morning.

But if you’re still in the first uncertain flush of your career, university a recent memory, it’s easy to feel a bit at sea about how to do the whole festive thing properly. Especially as what lots of us lack in funds we make up for in well-populated Pinterest boards, so most us have a clear idea of the charming, vintage, tastefully decorated Christmas we’d like to make. We might be low on cash, but we’re pretty high on the creativity front. How to reconcile the two? I’m going to try it.

The first in this series is about canny decorations-purchasing. In the fledgling years of my independent life, I’m lucky enough to live in my own (rented, but still) flat, so I quite wanted a tree for my first year in my own place, before I head to my parents’ house for the business days of the season. But the trusty box of beloved family decorations is with my mum and dad, and there’s it’s gonna stay. If I want pretty things for my flat, I’m going to have to furnish my own festivities from the ground up.

First stop was Tesco, where I picked up the wreath at the top of this post for £1.55, reduced from £5. It needed some garish gold adornments stripped off it, and it was a bit bashed up, but after a bit of TLC it looks great. There is no shame in those yellow ‘REDUCED’ stickers. And then, on to the charity shops.

I think lots of people are put off by charity shops when they’re thinking of Christmas decorations, partly because, well, John Lewis is just so nice, but mostly because when you walk into your average thrift shop come December-time it’s awash with nothing but fundraising card packs and half-eaten tinsel.

Reader, I share your woe. A glance around my beloved local charity shop, from which I have bought everything from a coffee table to a chopping board in times of need, didn’t look promising. But there were, in fact, treasures to be had.

What I soon learned was that I wasn’t rummaging enough. Lots of the charity shops round by me seem to have a big box of scary-looking Christmas stuff, with broken baubles and things spilling out, but when you really search through properly and take time to look at everything, you can quite easily find some unusual things.

One of the shops I went into was selling a variety of decorations of different shapes and sizes, all for well under a pound each. If, as I did, you rocked up to the till with an an armful of approximately 8,999,600 of the glitzy little blighters, they said bloody hell, let’s just call it £3.50.

I live in an area with quite a lively Eastern European community, which is probably the source of these patterned bells and the little wooden figures under the umbrella, above. If you’re going for a mismatched Christmas theme (and if, like me, you don’t have a lot of cash, then you probably are), you’re pretty much guaranteed to find your entire Christmas bling lurking underneath the dodgy cuddly Santas.

One last thing: this year I have noticed an epidemic of what, in our house, we’re calling ‘sexy golden reindeer’. We first saw them at Christmas central, John Lewis. They’re golden reindeer decorations, often covered in glitter, posing flamboyantly with one hoof raised, a showgirl prance or an artful turn of the head. They are utterly ridiculous and I like to give them Mean Girls style personalities: they are the beautiful people of our Christmas tree.

We found a set of five matching ones in one charity shop, and in another, a resplendent glittery king reindeer (though his antlers could do with a little re-gilding). We made sure he was well-lit on the tree, higher than his peers. He loves the limelight.

Coming soon in the TsC series: last-minute gifts, easy food and free entertainment.

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Mint and Rose

May 25, 2012

So we’re in a heatwave! And it’s time to shed the forest colours that have flown the flag for autumn and winter in my wardrobe – temporarily, at least. Suddenly the whole of the UK is basking in crazy Mediterranean heat, and though it’s probably jinxing it to write a blog post about it, I can’t resist shining a bit of sunshine here too.

We even had an early finish at work yesterday too, to have a few beers in the sunshine, which was a bonus as I’d already spent lunchtime stretched out on the daisies in Princes Street Gardens. When I got home last night, I fixed myself a bitter, minty pink cocktail as a reward for a hard day’s work – more of which further down…

The sudden summer has also recharged my colour palette, and left me hankering after refreshing ice-cream shades and cool rose gardens. Mint and rose seem to go together really well at the moment in particular – you see them everywhere on merchandise for the Queen’s Jubilee, for example, such as the little Fortnum & Mason tin below and the Liberty tea set and cake stand.

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I love all of these mint and rose goodies, and the way they look so fresh and optimistic together. I already have a big Cambridge Satchel in chocolatey leather, but if I were to get a second mini one for shorter jaunts, I’d definitely go for this bright little mint coloured one. And lots of the items above – the cake stand, the Kitchenaid, the tea set, the jam – are just crying out for a Jubilee tea party…

Anyway. That cocktail. I chopped some strawberries and chucked them into a cocktail shaker with three shots of gin, the juice of a lemon and and some ice, gave it all a good shake, and then poured into two chilled glasses filled with more ice. I topped up with sparkling wine, and finished off with shredded mint leaves and a strawberry. I call it “Drinking on a weekday? Make the most of British summertime!”

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Cooking in the fog

March 25, 2012

It was so foggy yesterday. Edinburgh is quite spooky when the fog rolls in from the sea and covers everything and anyone so you can’t see anything at all. People walking down the street peer at each other suspiciously and buildings you see every day completely disappear from sight, as though the whole city has suddenly developed cataracts. Even my walk to the shop at the end of the road felt really eerie. Definitely a good day to stay home and bake.

I just wanted to take a few photos of my new kitchen, because I love it so much. It’s the first kitchen I’ve ever been able to fill with my own stuff, and I’ve been really enjoying just tending a pot of something with the BBC World Service on in the background, or doing the washing up to some pounding power pop.

I’ve also got some new cookbooks that just arrived yesterday making themselves at home on the top shelf. I’m especially enjoying Nigel Slater’s Kitchen Diaries – even though lots of his recipes make me want a vegetable garden, which is dangerous thinking. Maybe I’ll just stick to a few herbs on the windowsill for now….

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Home again

February 18, 2012

It’s so nice to be back in Edinburgh. I’m travelling around a lot at the moment (more on that soon), but I managed to nab a few days back home to get some things done and see the family.

Mostly it was just relaxing to be back with all the familiar things that make a place home – some favourite books, a few little old ornaments, fresh flowers. And it feels like spring is just around the corner…

It may seem like I’m obsessed with door handles, but I really love this little bird one. I think it might be about 200 years old – or at least from about the same time as the other door handle in this post, the one with ’1905′ engraved on it. But the question is, who is J. B. Hotham, Esq.? A door handle mystery! (The best kind of mystery.) (Apart from mystery books.)

That last photo was taken on the train up to Edinburgh. When I was at university I found that long train journeys were the best place to get some proper reading done, as well as very romantic in themselves. I once got the Caledonian Sleeper from London to Inverness, and spent the whole time imagining I was in Poirot.

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world of interiors

Top on my list of magazines to subscribe to is World of Interiors. It’s always so full of beautiful interior designs and interesting houses to coo over – and the features tend to be a lot more imaginative than other interiors magazines.

So it was really exciting to find, at a car boot sale a little while ago, a stack of World of Interiors back issues being sold for £1 each. Most of them were about twenty years old.

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I have to admit I half expected the copies to full of hilarious early 90s design disasters. But not so! It turns out either that people in 1991 had surprisingly similar taste to people in 2012, or that good interior design stands the test of time. I hope the latter.

Old magazines might be my new favourite thing to collect. Lots of libraries have copies of Vogue from the 1920s which are brilliant to flick through, even if only to marvel at how focused they used to be on patterns and styles to sew up at home, and strange life tips.

In one from about 1917 that I was reading recently there was a whole double-page spread on how to rock grey hair if you suddenly went grey aged 22 – the days before effective hair dye?

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Anyway, I would live in any of these houses. In this issue there’s also a gorgeous feature on barometers and weathervanes (see above), which will come in handy when I need to kit out my flat with lots of beautiful weather-analysing paraphernalia (a girl can dream).

Got to end with my favourite… a whole room decked out in blue and white stripes! Amazing, but I suppose there is the danger that it might start to do your head in after a while.

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Notting Hill

I didn’t think I had a favourite film, and then I realised how many times I’d seen Notting Hill. Put it this way: more than once, I have watched it three times in the same week.

It’s one of those films that is about bookish people living beautiful lives: Hugh Grant with his travel books, Julia Roberts with her Henry James adaptations. But books aside, it’s just really pretty to look at. Everything is very late 90s, but also has such a definitive style of its own – scrubbed pine tables, plain white T-shirts, blue ticking stripe and simple little accessories – that it still looks great now. And it features the bizarrely ornate world of Kensington, where I’ve been lucky enough to spend some time recently. And Hugh Grant works in a bookshop! Dream scenario.

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The moment I realised I was developing a worrying obsession with blue and white striped shirts and simple pendants occurred at a similar time to the moment I realised I loved Notting Hill beyond all hope or reason. (Even this blog is blue and white!)

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True fans will recognise the salt and pepper shakers made out of lightbulbs that Hugh Grant’s character has in his house (or similar ones, anyway). The Valentino silk cape feels to me a bit like a newer version of the jacket Julia Roberts is wearing in that top image, it’s just a pity it’s £509… But anyway, really the best Notting Hill homage you can get is a big pile of good travel books (or an eccentric Welsh lodger).

The only annoying thing about Notting Hill is that, as some point, a customer comes into Hugh Grant’s character’s travel bookshop and asks if he stocks anything by Dickens. And Hugh Grant says, derisively, that Dickens didn’t write any travel books. But he totally did! Shame on you, Hugh Grant’s character.

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