I've been meaning to change the window display for weeks.
I was hoping to hold out for at least another week before we went all Xmas-y but there seemed no reason to do a new window then change it all again in another week. So welcome to Xmas.
Jethro of course needed to oversee the whole set up.
(Much to the amusement of passers-by.)
That was exhausting (and perhaps boring) so after trying to get me to move the piled up quilts that were on the top of the tea-towel shoppers, his preferred sleeping position, by knocking half of them on the floor, he retired to a basket of gloves.
Then there was the exciting opening up of the boxes of vintage Xmas decorations. And sitting in a nest of shredded paper and running through bubble wrap.
So Xmas has sort of arrived at the Cottage. The shop looked/looks like the Mongol Hordes have come through on a shopping bus tour but things should be sorted by Wednesday. The window is doilied trees and crocheted snowflakes. I like the whole northern hemisphere Xmas thing, all dark and cold and glittery and smelling of spices- it all makes much more sense than sunshine, heat and blowflies.