Who Ate All the Pies?

Blame Debbie Harry.
I'm sure eyeing her off with Batman popping out of her chest made me hungry. 
She was responsible for my actions on Christmas Eve and the next few days, when I ploughed through three dozen fruit mince pies.
It had nothing to do with the fact The Phoenix spend Christmas Eve in hospital.
No effect at all on my episode of nerve-charged gluttony.
Nah, no way.
The drama had nothing to do with my jittery last-minute splurge on beautiful hand-crafted cushions from a local craft and retro wonderland.
Or spending the day prancing around the neighbourhood in new-arrival vintage underwear.
Or stealing desperately-needed hugs from our new family member Lily, baby to new mama, The Stylist.
Snaffling up INCREDIBLE handmade cushion from Recycled by Wendy sold at Creative Treasures on Christmas Eve actually did take the edge off a tad.
Debbie joined her new friends, which I have named Elegant Ladies A-Teetering and Nana's Best Linen Gets the Chop.





Floral headband - more at Sassy Vamps! 1930s deadstock satin bra and Edwardian cotton petticoat - Morag's gorgeous Etsy shop, Auvergne Memories Sunnies - Etsy Bangles - thrifted Vintage jet bead necklace - Dandelion Vintage Oval-shaped vintage brooch - gifted by my beautiful sister, Mere Pin-up girl brooch - gifted by the goddess Sarah Misfit Silver necklace - gifted her holy hotness, Helga Green zipper brooch, Hindu goddess bag, Day of the Dead necklace - Creative Treasures Earrings and green necklace - craft markets VW Melissa Wings - Amazon Number One Son flew in from Melbourne just as it was all action stations and the ambos were carting The Phoenix off.
The last thing he was worried about was being seen with his mama wearing her underwear on the outside so he could grab a couple of last-minute gifts.
Dear of him.







Lily helps The Stylist with essential hair-dyeing, tattooing and nail polishing duties.
Then she flops out with her happy wee mama on a silk cushion - naturally it's the best spot on the bed.
Setting up a cage for # Three Son's much-longed for Christmas gift, a budgie named Leon.
"So this is a playpen for me right?"

The wee lassie dishes up a dusk Christmas dinner wearing a cute vintage apron I found as a last-minute stocking-filler in a local op shop.
The bulk of our gifts were second-hand treasures or handmade by talented artists and crafters.
I was so impressed that the family are starting to follow my example and seek out amusing, meaningful gifts that don't cost a fortune.
I'm also impressed no one turned their noses up at my extremely simple home-cooked meal.
It was healthy, tasty and put smiles on the faces I love.
That's all that matters.
It was all I could manage anyway and that was after a three-hour kip BEFORE cooking started!
Christmas can be awesome or it can be shite, but it can be awesome if everyone understands it's time together and can be a day of respite for those who are struggling.


The Stylist spotted me gushing over this fabric a while ago, found it in cushion-form at the West End market and bought it for me as one of my Christmas presents - I love it!

The Phoenix blew my mind with these two sets of Pre-Code movies.
That's 11 nights of vintage raunch taken care of!
I'm hoping to do a bit of catching up on blogs during the next couple of weeks, I just want you to know I love y'all **sniff**.
It may take a while, but it's not coz I don't care.

Baci milioni,
Desiree xoxo