Getting my Griswold on

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For the last few months I have been rubbing my hands together with absolute glee at the prospect of going Christmas-cray-cray. It’s our first New Zealand Christmas as a family, it’s my first Christmas here for four years and it’s Bubba’s first Christmas with more than just her Mama and Papa around. And we’re hosting it. I can’t wait.

I think I’ve been showing signs of becoming one of those slightly eccentric people who turn their whole houses into Santa’s grotto for some years now. I love colour, glitter, flashing lights and canned carols as much as the next three-year-old and I love the whole ‘a parade just exploded on my front lawn’ type of decorating that is taking hold now.

My only Achilles heel, my little smidge of Kryptonite is my husband. In Norway they keep their deccies fairly classy and low-key, and – get this, his family normally leave putting the tree up until December 23! And generally people don’t climb on ice-covered roofs to string up flashing Nativity scenes in -20 degree weather either. The Viking is mystified by my tinsel-obsession. He simply shook his head and walked away when I unveiled the elf hat with sewn on elf ears for him to wear. He tried to take Alfie with him but I’d already nabbed him and forced him into a Rudolph outfit.

I’m not taking any prisoners this Christmas.

So when I got an email from asking if I’d like to be set free on their awesome Christmas Decorations website I started foaming at the mouth a little.

I opted for some white LED lights, because I want to do this:


And then, then I cut loose a little and got an LED Santa Sleigh! Because HELL YES! Obviously there are a lot of Griswold-wannabes with the same mind-set as me because this has since sold out,


but, if your lounge needs some festive flashiness, I found this:


Crazy-tall sparkly tree.

and this:


Big, friendly, LED Polar Bear 

And elves on a see-saw, just because.

I love seeing more and more houses getting their Christmas glam on, and I’ve been fervently researching the latest trends in festive faberdashery (I just made that up, I’m aware it doesn’t make sense but I’d committed to the alliteration before I read it back). Over the weekend I joined a thousand other dedicated Christmas loving women (and about 4 men) in trekking around 9 houses that had taken part in ‘Deck the Rooms’ – which is a local fundraiser for Women’s Refuge. It was good fun and great inspiration. Note to self though – when looking around a very fancy house with posh lady owner sipping Pimms in kitchen, do not make jokes about slipping beautiful antique furniture into one’s handbag. You will find yourself ostracised from the group immediately.

How are your Christmas deccies coming along? Are you all over it or just over it?

If you’re interested in perusing the site I’ve noticed (she says while simultaneously checking the Christmas budget) that a lot of their decorations are now on special. Cheap and sparkly – two of my prerequisites for decorations, jewellery, clothes and nail polish. AND they deliver to NZ. 


2012 – It’s over between us

Happy after-Christmas, before New Year’s period! I hope the Chrissy comedown has been gentle. I had a funny tummy after about 3 litres of trifle but, on the plus side, spent a day in bed while Daddy-daycare took care of Bubba and Alfie and I snuggled our way through my trifle-troubles.

But now that 2012 is drawing to a close I thought it was a good time to see what I can remember about the year that has been. A blogger who writes at Kate on thin ice came up with the questions and invited other bloggers to give it a go. You can read Kate’s highs and lows here. I liked the idea, it was a bit like the friendship books of yore that I spent so much homework time filling out. So here’s mine: [Read more…]

A very Britney Christmas

I’m in a silly mood today, it’s the heady anticipation of presents and turkey galore, and a one-day break from the ‘clean living’ regime that will see me sucking back this trifle like nobody’s business.

But why is it a Britney Christmas? Because, for some reason, I’m in the mood to say “Merry Christmas Bitches!” to everyone I see. Inappropriate, rude, not-well-received. Oh Britney, this is the latest on a long list of bad influences you’ve had on me, it tops 1996 when you said cutting the feet off fishnets and putting your arms through the leg-holes made a delightful top. You let me down Brit, you really did. [Read more…]

So much I can’t say…

There’s so much happening that I can’t talk about that it’s driving this over-sharer to drink. And just quietly, cleanskin white shiraz is my new summer drink – it’s cheap, cold and delicious.

Anyhoo, let’s start with what I’m NOT doing – I am not pregnant. And this is not surprising given the Viking and I are not ‘trying’ at all. But I will say, we went to the mall yesterday and I saw two of the freshest little bubbas ever and looked at the Viking and said “let’s make a baby”, twice. What I lack in forward planning, logic and common sense I seem to make up for in impulsiveness and rampant cluckiness. Alas, even under the romantic glow of Chadstone’s florescent lights the Viking was able to resist me. [Read more…]

Reality check

So I hit the mall today, overall it was a good day but it was blended with that pre-Christmas madness that makes everyone slightly twitchy. I saw a woman literally pull her own hair while trying to wrangle her kids together. I lined up for Santa photos and their printer broke when they tried to print the photos. I had my lunch order messed up twice and when I decided to just go with my chicken-free chicken nachos it was like eating corn chips made out of a cardboard box found at the bottom of the pile of crap in the backyard of a hoarder.

And I parked on the wrong side of the mall so had to walk all the way back from Big W when Bubba had woken up and was about to crack it, and walking back is actually a bit uphill.

Whingey whinge whinge whinge…..whinge. Cry me a first-world river why don’t you. [Read more…]