Christmas Scenes

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Christmas around these parts was a lovely, albeit strange and slightly poignant, one for our family – my father flies east tomorrow, darting across the Channel and cruising over central Europe before reaching the ragged peaks of Central Asia, landing thirteen or so hours later in hot, sticky Singapore. It’s a route he has flown dozens of times before but this time his ticket is one-way and my mother will join him ten days later, traversing her own path through the air to their new adopted home. I’ll miss them, beyond words, but I’m giddily excited for their adventure (and perhaps my own visit to Asia, somewhere I’ve never been…!)

Added to that weirdness: my sister coming down with a virus so ghastly it necessitated intravenous antibiotics and a hospital visit, the strange spring-like weather (blossoms in the park?) and four extra relatives around the table to add to the 25th’s usual ten and this year has felt different, understandably, though no less satisfying. The festive period has still been marked by meandering strolls to dust off our cobwebbed souls, hours of eating until our stomachs hurt, skinny giggle-inducing flutes of prosecco, our annual ice-skating session in the shadow of the glimmering fir at Somerset House and my mother’s talent at turning the house we grew up in into a beautiful, sparkling oasis every December. I am such a fan of traditions and the way they compress the years, folding back time like an accordion so that it could be any year, any Christmas – my father uncorking the wine in his velvet paisley waistcoat which appears only a few times in the year, the dining room dressed with silver place mats and tea lights, the safe and cosseted feeling of family and familiarity, the joy of having (almost) all those you most adore around one cramped, glittering table.

Wishing you a happy new year!

(photos) on Canon 5D Mk III (borrowed, alas!) | 50mm 1.8 | London

  • Such beautiful, magical photos and lovely words! I too, am a fan of tradition and there’s no better place for it than at this time of year. I love how over the years our own traditions are inter-woven and adapted into those we knew growing up. It’s magic!

    Wishing you to happiest NY darling girl xxxx

    • frauleinlouise

      Thanks Sally, happy new year to you too! As I grow older, I’m loving that too – it’s so nice to mix them both and bring in new rituals. 🙂 x

  • These photos are gorgeous, and so very festive! Sounds like you had a really lovely Christmas, albeit a bit different. Sorry to hear about your sister, I hope she’s doing well! And it must be weird to see your parents move away, though exciting at the same time. Happy new year!

    • frauleinlouise

      Aww, thank you Mimmi – happy new year! 🙂 I hope you had a lovely Christmas too. My sister’s kind of on the mend, these things just hang around! Thank you for asking, you sweetie! x

  • Happy new year, Lulu! Such utterly beautiful photos – I’m envious of your Christmas if these pictures are anything to go by! The tree crafted from ballet slippers is especially magical 🙂 And how exciting that your parents have moved to Singapore – it’s an intriguing part of the world, and you should certainly visit the whole ASEAN area if you possibly can – I have lots of tips if you do 🙂 xx

    • frauleinlouise

      Thank you, Tamsin – I will definitely take you up on that! 🙂 The tree from ballet shoes is gorgeous, isn’t it? I saw it in the window of the Royal Opera House in Cov Garden and had to snap it! xo