Christmas brings a shift in the house, tidying up, putting up the decorations, making ready for the celebrations, an audit of where I am. Time to welcome back old familiar traditions and there’s space for new as well, it’s fun.
Arranging the table, it’s taxing remembering according to my traditions what goes where. The nuts, what shall I put them in? At my parents Christmas they put them in a bowl I made, a mosaic of motifs taken from my lino cuts, snipped and papermached into a paper bowl. With the traditions memories are stirred up, the house high on a windy Yorkshire hillside, I am the same and ready for new.