#1386 theoldmortuary ponders.

Dusk on The Barbican b

I enjoy a cold and dry November. A rarity now I live in the South West of England but the last two days have very much played my way. Especially for my twice daily long dog walks. A dusk walk and a mooch in the charity shops inspired my 2025 Christmas card design. Similar in feel to cute puppies or kittens on a rehoming site It is a picture of discarded and donated Christmas decorations in a bucket. Random colours and from different eras they find their way into charity shops because people no longer need them.

I have a soft spot for Christmas Decorations. The decorations of my childhood were stolen by the carers who were employed to give my mum care in her own home. Of all the thefts and fraud committed by them the Christmas Decoration theft was small beans. But their collection was eclectic and international and were a simple homage to their life and the travels of their much loved, but absent family members. I often take a peak around this time of year to see if I can replace any of their lost treasures from other peoples donations. It is a poignant but also joyful  treasure hunt. A tiny and completely unimportant project. The joy in charity shops is in the clashing colours and styles of often simple baubles, no Interior Design colour collections.  I have reimagined a grotty cardboard box and morphed it to a puff of exploding colour. Now I just need to think of some words to accompany my illustration. Cute puppies or kittens might tickle the heart strings maybe homeless baubles could be the next big thing

#1131 theoldmortuary ponders.

20 days to Boxing Day.

Storm Darragh

2 days of storm avoidance. Yesterday was the stormy pre-storm. Loads of wind but no rain to avoid so the walking to coffee ratio was quite high. But a coffee shot makes it into the blog.

Overnight Darragh boomed down our chimneys and whistled through the streets.

This morning still no rain so another walk and another coffee, but Darragh was a mournful screaming demon through the rigging of ships and trees were shedding branches. Winds of 90 miles an hour were recorded not too far away from us.  Common sense prevailed and we returned home.

And so to 26 Days to Boxing Day. G represented by December EnerGy.

December energises me, mostly because I love Christmas but also because I have hosted Christmas for more than 40 years for up to 20 people at times. That does not happen without a good deal of energy and planning. But this year no hosting of significance and yet the energy is still upon me. With the added pleasure of knowing that when Boxing Day arrives I will not be exhausted. My cupboards and storage areas are getting the attention I usually lavish on festive planning and shopping, I walk the dogs for as long as daylight lets me and I am reading more books and painting. The G of December EnerGy is being repurposed fabulously.

Pandemic Pondering #273

A new Christmas Star combined with blue white lights , vaguely reminds me of the accepted depiction of the Coronovirus.

As a creative person, fond of flights of fancy, it is somewhat disappointing that, the much anticipated, vaccine is a clear fluid, all very clinical and reassuring, I’m sure. The magnitude of the job, though, surely requires something that resembles a potion, served in an old chemistry lab beaker and smoking with the addition of liquid nitrogen.

The imagined potion would be green, Lime green through to chartreusse. I’m not overthinking this at all! Well actually I am overthinking this, I’m keeping my eyes out for baubles in this exact shade of green to hang in the Christmas tree alongside the Covid Star for this year. A visual immunisation.

In future years we will unpack the baubles and wonder why anyone would choose baubles in such an unseasonal colour. I wonder if I should do a bulk order of Reindeers to grant my tree some ‘ Herd’ immunity?

I blame these short days, the long nights allow time for folkloric Ponderings of a meandering and pointless sort.

Advent#33

De-rig day. The cables of Christmas. The trees are down and currently the fairy lights are orderly, boxed away ready for next year.

December 2020, in theory, will see them brought out of their boxes ready to be unwound onto the trees of the next decade effortlessly. In my dreams. In truth inside their boxes squirming will occur, serpiginous and tricksy they will weave knots of such complexity that several hours of sorting out will be required. There will be swearing.

Baubles on the other hand are well behaved. Boxed up and away in the cupboard nothing changes over the next eleven months.

Meanwhile the dogs adopted their favourite pose of disinterest. Chasing baubles is exhilarating but the hoovering of the resulting damage is dull, better to sleep and pretend nothing happened.

Advent#12

Baubles and Fish. Today was all about catching up with bauble chores, after yesterday’s bauble debacle. There was also a painting commission to be completed .

The commission has to be based on fish, painted, printed and divided into three separate canvases that will look abstract. I’m struggling a bit .

Here’s the first image.

Then I desaturated it but picked out the eye.

Finally I selected portions for abstraction.

I’m not entirely sure where I’m going with this, but I’ve got another week to work it out.

Advent#11

Today has mostly been about untangling strings of baubles, the strings of baubles hang in our windows. Usually they hang on fishing thread but today’s untangling was monumentally unsuccessful. After a couple of hours of success, followed by abject failure and swearing the new regime is to have them hanging on ribbon . Only one window achieved instead of 5 .

The shadows are also quite interesting.

Advent#6

Why an advent blog? Actually why not, theoldmortuary blog is a flimsy insubstantial thing. A daily pondering of no real significance, so why not ponder productively whilst the evenings are long.

Advent is not solely the possession of the Christian Church, like many things considered to be Christian, it was a pagan tradition beforehand. Advent in the Northern hemisphere belongs to December when the days are short and the weather intemperate. Some days feel as if almost nothing is achieved within daylight hours. The long dark evenings are good for cosy activities like reading or indeed pondering. Advent ponders are whatever crops up in my day that makes me think…
Today it’s baubles.

These amazing baubles hang in a local garden centre. These particular ones have travelled from Slovakia, others from the Ukraine, but most come from China and in particular Yiwu.

This article from The Guardian in 2014 explains their production.
https://www.theguardian.com/artanddesign/architecture-design-blog/2014/dec/19/santas-real-workshop-the-town-in-china-that-makes-the-worlds-christmas-decorations

Gisella Graham is a bauble designer and wholesaler. theoldmortuary has loads of her baubles, some from the Garden Centre and some from Liberty, London. The ones we mostly buy are London inspired, they also make great gifts for our family and friends abroad. I’m unsure where I thought baubles came from, but it wasn’t factories in China or wholesalers near the Elephant and Castle. Like Yiwu, Elephant and Castle is not a remotely Christmassy location. I only mention this because I once got lost nearby and discovered this bauble Mecca. Just as in China, normal people work there. No Elves. Shame.
https://www.giselagraham.co.uk/contact-us/

I’m sure the baubles of my youth came from Poland and Hong Kong. They were fine and fragile. None have survived my many moves. These random thoughts have inspired me to research the history of the bauble.

Germany was the home of the first blown glass bauble in the 16th Century. Hans Grenier produced glass beads and tin figures in the small town of Lauscha. In the next two centuries, the growing popularity and commercial success of his original decorations inspired other glass blowers in the town to make baubles. By 1880, F W Woolworth had discovered the German baubles of Lauscha and started to import them, despite bauble manufacturing beginning in New York in 1870. This German business grew and flourished until the end of World War Two.

After WW2, the Lauscha bauble factories became state owned and production ceased. However, after the Berlin wall came down most of the companies re-established themselves as private companies. They positioned themselves as high-end manufacturers, not competing with mass production and continue to produce baubles of very high quality.

Meanwhile, to fill the gap created by the closure of the Lauscha producers after WW2, mass production of baubles started, in the second half of the twentieth century, in Poland, other Eastern European countries, Mexico and China.

My recollection of Hong Kong baubles proved to be correct. During the Korean war, there was an American embargo on China. Hong Kong quickly increased its manufacturing capability not only to produce the products it would normally import from China but also produced enough goods to export to the rest of the world replacing China’s output. Glass blowing had been established in Hong Kong in the 1920’s, so inevitably baubles became another mass produced item that Hong Kong could export all over the world.

Bauble pondering, a journey of changing destinations, sometimes caused by war. Fascinating.