It's not quite twelfth night yet, but our decorations are down and stowed away back in the loft ready for next year. It's a strange time - I simultaneously relish the extra space and airy sensation that removing several trees immediately gives, while missing the all day glow effect of the fairylights and the general feeling of magic and wonder that the whole ensemble provides.
Each year though, there are one or two things that I can't bear to put back in the loft. Last year, it was my styrofoam cup wreath which was so at home hanging over the mirror, that it has never left.
It felt so wrong to take down those little puffs of happiness, that they are staying put. And I wonder why our house feels more crammed full with each passing year - sigh.