One of my most favorite things about Christmas is the Christmas ornaments. I do love shiny decorations and even the not-so-shiny. Ornaments are simply imbued with magic. I would spend hours as a kid staring at the tree ornaments. If I could today, I would spend hours staring at the tree.
This year we added to our ornament collection with via my parents. They went to Ireland recently and brought back some Christmas treasures for the kiddos. They were pretty excited about them.
This is Eden's. Some of the photos are a little shaky because I was fighting off Eden with one hand and taking the photo with the other, but I think you can get an idea of the ornaments. She truly is a determined little Octopus. Anyway, I believe the harp is the symbol of Ireland. I just love it.
The Claddagh belongs to Helena.
The Shamrock belongs to Elijah I believe. My holiday-addled brain is already forgetting what belongs to whom. Just look at those Celtic knots. Elijah and Doran's ornmanents remind me of the Book of Kells. I love the monks' artwork so much, I even tried some myself-emphasis on tried.
Doran's ornament.
I am amazed that someone made these and I wonder about the time it took. We are, or I should say, I am feeling some of the outside pressure to rush around. I am starting to feel the time strain and lose focus on the more mindful, slow holiday that I want for us. I was actually starting to get grumpy, and overwhelmed. Then I looked at these Irish ornaments and felt a glimmer of inspiration. I thought, "Nope, no grumpies, let's just do some more making." All better now.
Wishing you a lovely and peace-filled day . . . .
