Victorian Christmas Decorations Knowledge Base
Need info on Victorian Christmas? About Victorian Christmases? I have a project on Victorian Christmases. I need info on what they are, what are Victorian style Christmas Decorations, what foods they eat, and maybe games they play, and also let me know what your favorite victorian Christmas custom is and why?
About Victorian Christmases? I have a project on Victorian Christmases. I need info on what they are, what are Victorian style Christmas Decorations, what foods they eat, and maybe games they play, and also let me know what your favorite victorian Christmas custom is and why? thanks
Would you put up a christmas tree if you lived alone? I've had a victorian theme christmas tree for the last ten years.At the end of last year I went out and bought all new decorations for a different christmas tree this year red & gold theme.I'm an only child.Both of my parents have pass away.I miss them so very much. My mother passed away 6yrs ago and my father passed away 5yrs ago.
Victorian themed Christmas? My mum is hoping to place a Victorian theme on Christmas Day this year. Does anyone have any ideas for: Food/recipes Decorations Games Anything to make it a little special really! Thank you in advance :)
The True or False Christmas quiz-Can you answer the questions below? It's that time of the year, 1)We can trace the origins of the first Christmas card back to 1843. 2)The common Christmas plant Poinsettias is poisonous to humans 3)The Dutch were those who brought the Christmas tree tradition to the United States. 4)A traditional early English Christmas dinner was a pig's head with mustard 5)Connecticut was the first U.S. state to recognize Christmas as an official holiday 6)In Ukraine spiders and spider webs are a traditional part of Christmas decorations 7)The traditional hook-like red-white candy canes started out as straight white sticks. 8)As the song states, Christmas was once a 12-day celebration 9)The first use of electric Christmas lights was in the 1920's. 10)In Victorian England the Christmas turkeys wore boots as they were walked into London
My dream wedding is a Christmas themed event. Is that too weird? These are the details. When I tell people exactly what I have envisioned they look at me all funny and usually laugh and tell me I am crazy. Dress: A Victorian long sleeved, high collar, dark red velvet dress. Isn't white for dead people? Decorations: Real Christmas Trees and Poinsettias. Real trees smell so good, plus I can get all the other decorations (twinkle lights, bows, whatever)I need right after Christmas the year prior on clearance for cheap money. Reception: I wanted to have a dessert reception instead of a traditional sit down banquet. It's way cheaper plus Christmas is really the time for desserts. I was thinking of a lot of traditional fare, plus more contemporary stuff. Oranges, gingerbread, peppermint sticks, sugar plums, hot cocoa and yes, fruitcake as well as some holiday inspired ice cream, cream puffs, cheesecake, and eclairs. Cake: I am not a big fan of sugary, butter cream frosting. I was thinking more of a large rum or bundt cake with like a cranberry orange glaze. Also, much cheaper than a traditional cake Music: I was thinking a polka band to play christmas tunes
EASY 10 POINTS TO EARN!! ANSWER!!!!? ok i have some research questions from my teacher and i have searched and searched and could not find anything!!! Here are the questions: What is the time peroid referred to as the Victorian Era? Explain why it is called this. What kinds of foods and refreshments would have been served at a Victorian CHristmas Celebration? What kind of decorations would have been seen during a Victorian Celebration? WHat kind of clothing would have been worn by the people of this time peroid? Thanks and if you could get just give me a site or something too that would be great. Thanks for your help. Please answer
Do you like my story so far? Hi have to write a stroy for english about a collector so this is the strart. It didnt have to be that long but I just write and write and write. Oh and im only 13, ok? Here you go --- Chapter one. Doll Face. I woke up, yawned and stretched my little legs out of my bed. As I slipped on my pink rabbit slippers I hobbled over to the mirror and found myself looking over at my very pale face and abnormally huge eyes. My friends call me doll face, they say that I remind them of a china doll. Shuffling along my floor towards the door picking up old clothes for the washing pile I suddenly stop. I stop because as I open the door I see a pair of legs (with jeans on and a pair of scruffy trainers to match) dangling from the ceiling. “Could you give me a little help here, Olivia?” Ah, It was my dad. He’s forever doing something not very interesting in the morning (gardening, baking, tidying), but the loft? “Um, yeah sure dad, what can I help you with?” It was only June so I don’t think we were putting up the Christmas decorations yet. “Look I found something of your mothers.” Something of my mothers’. My mum isn’t dead or anything horrific like that. She’s just on holiday, a very long holiday. Well she says she’s on holiday but really she’s travelling the world. Last time I spoke to her she was sunbathing-In Egypt. I don’t really mind her going away, but I do miss her. She phones every day at 6pm if she remembers or isn’t at some wild Ibiza party or counting Lions in Africa. The letters she sends me are pretty cool though. She sends me all the pictures of her and famous landmarks, saying the how hot (or cold) it is, people she’s met, animals or just anything. They normally come about once a month because that’s how often she travels. She promises she will take me to the best parts. She is really is going everywhere, and the thing she is she’s going to Afghanistan next month, even she is scared but really excited. I’m just not so sure. “What? What have you found?” My dad was still dangling there trying to pull himself up, but he is no Mr. Muscles. “Um, well first could u put that mini step ladder thingy under my feet, and then I’ll pass it down.” I looked over at the corner where the mini step ladder thingy was kept, picked it up and put it under his scruffy trainer covered feet. “Ahhh, thanks dear, right.” He said straightening up his shirt and brushing of the dust. “Lookie here” My dad was now using his fingers and stretching up, pulling forward the object still half in the loft. “uuhhh uhhh uhh uh uh, almost got it, Wow, here, here we go.” Now holding the large object in between his two palms. “What is it, is it a box?” This, thing was defiantly large and not quite square and the bottom of it was the only bit I could see as it was under a dusty grey sheet. “Nope, not a box. A house.” Um, yeah it was large but not that large, a house for mice or something? “A house for what?” I pulled of the grey sheet and the dust went everywhere, but underneath a miniature of a beautiful Victorian mansion was revealed. “Wow” There was a moment of silence as I kneeled down to admire the beautiful dolls house. It was fully furnished with lovely china lights and silk and wooden sofa’s. There was even floral wallpaper covering the, what looked like the living room and bedrooms. Everything looked so real and perfect like it was a shrunken down humans home. Every item was carefully sewn, stitched, moulded and generally made beautifully. When I dug deeper into the mansion I found a small family of Victorian people. Each of them wearing handmade clothes. There was a mother, father and two little girls one looked slightly older than the other. They were incredibly realistic with silky hair and porcelain skin; their eyes were big, just like mine and were made of turquoise, white and black glass that made them look so real. They were so tiny and slender. The mother had on a corseted cream dress and silk cream pumps and her hair was a dirty blonde colour, the father was wearing a very smart dark green waste coat, white cotton shirt and velvet dark green trousers and his hair was chocolate brown hair, the girl that looked the oldest had hair colour of her fathers and was wearing a silk pink dress and lilac pumps with tiny jewel that looked like amethyst one each, the youngest girls hair was the same as her mother’s but was wavy and she had on a pale blue silk dress and matching pumps with a tiny stone one each like her sisters but the stone looked more like a safire. I couldn’t get over how precise and delicate each looked. Then the silence was broken by my dad. “So darlin’, you like it? It’s pretty smart, right!?” “Yeah, it’s amazing, it’s more than amazing.” I said that very slowly and quiet, I was still hypnotised by hypnotised by the exquisite features in the family and house. “Take it you like it then. I think it’s your mothers anyway, it’s not mine! I remember her putting it up there when we moved in to this house.” “Who gave it to her?” Maybe someone made it or had it made for her. “Her granddad, so I’ve been told. So that would be your great granddad, apparently he made for her birthday when she was 10 years old, just like you and the people were just little figures and your mums grandma made the clothes for them and did something for the hair. Don’t ask me how I know this, I think your mother said it a while ago.” And all I could say to that was nothing. I couldn’t stop looking, the kitchen was fascinating, there was no fridge, just wooden cupboards on the wall and units with real drawers. Just next to the kitchen was a dining room with a show case of miniature china plates and cups, there was a grand table and chairs all wooden and painted even more brown. In the centre of the table In the centre of the table was a tiny vase of paper tulips which were yellow to match the yellow floral wallpaper. “Righty ho, I’ll leave you to it.” My dad closed up the loft, walked round me and went down the stairs. I watched him go but then I picked up the mansion and carefully tip-toed into my bedroom. I put it in the corner in my room and placed the four people in front of it. The mansion front was facing the wall so I could see into the many rooms. I was lying in front of the grand home staring at it; there was something, just something magical about it. Chapter 2. Aladdin’s Cave. Charity Shops are incredible things. All sorts of golden rubbish hiding in every corner. One girls rubbish is another girl’s treasure. The charity shop just along the road from me is just about the size of a small room. There is everything from old vintage clothing to not so vintage DVD’s and toys. Piles and piles of bin bags of unwanted things come in every day so there’s always somethin there’s always something new that someone else might find perfect for whatever reason. My dad says it’s like Aladdin’s cave I say it’s like heaven! “Where are you going?” Dad came into the living room and spotted me putting on my shoes. “Oh, just along to the charity shop to checkout whatever’s there.” “Okay darlin’, don’t be long” Dad winked and went back though to the kitchen followed by 2 posh cats (one Siamese called Harley Short and one Persian called Tiffany Long). I went up stairs to get my money and took another look at that amazing house, and then I went back down stairs. Whilst I was walking along the street so many thoughts filled my head all of them about the mansion. I don’t know what there is to question about it but there seem so many questions. Yes, I know it was my mums, I know it was made by her granddad for her birthday, but what else? There might be nothing else to know, but I have a funny feeling there is. As I reached the Charity S As I reached the Charity Shop I pushed open the door and said ‘hello’ as I always to and normally I hear a ‘hello’ back. Nope, no hello. They were properly just around the back sorting out new bin bags full of stuff. I said ‘hello’ a little louder and out stumbled Cassandra, she’s one of the volunteers, and my best friend’s big sister. “Hiya! Sorry we just had some new stuff, cool stuff too. Well, unusual stuff!” Cassandra was a tall girl with gorgeous olive skin, her hair is shiny black and falls below her shoulders, her and her sister look really alike but Jasmine (who is my best friend) has more of brownish hair that is above her shoulders. “Come here, I’ll show you this!” Cassandra beckoned me over and showed me round the corner. I looked round and saw nothing out of the ordinary, just a few bin bags and teddy bears. “What am I supposed to be looking at?” Cassandra pointed over to a shelf. “Wow, it’s like a mini village!” There lined up on the shelf was a series of miniature b There is heaps more but I can't be botherd copy and pasting it all :P Judging by that, Like it ? yeh or nope ....
Could I leave my grapevine wreaths up year round? I'm planning on using grapevine wreaths on my front doors and front windows of my house this holiday season. I plan on leaving the door wreaths up and changing the accents and bows from season to season. I was wondering if I could do this with my window wreaths as well? I live in a historic victorian home with lots of character and charm. Its very quaint B&B style in appearance, brick and trim is painted in a forest green, burgundy and white trim. I've seen other historic homes in my area with wreaths or swags up year round but have been afraid to try it myself. If I were to leave them up, what season changes could I make so that it doesn't appear as if I've forgotten to take down my Christmas decorations six months after the holidays?
Do you make your Christmas tree and wrapping paper a matching style statement? I do but I don't go overboard and obsess about it. When I was a teenager my mom bought a gift at Bon*Ton for my brother in law and left me to get it wrapped. I chose reindeer wrapping paper and got yelled at big time in the car when my parents found out because "it wouldn't look good under the tree" and was "so embarrassing". She wanted me to choose fancy wrapping paper (told me after the fact)to match her victorian themed tree that she left up all year as a decoration
It's still just as relevant, right? Growing up...this is basically our holidays... New Years Day...sit around at home watching the parade Valentines Day...pass out chocolate St. Patricks Day...big Irish feast, wear green, that's that. Easter...Make HUGE easter baskets, dye eggs for hunting, and have a merry feast replete with ham, some years even go to church. Memorial Day...BBQ 4th of July...Small, family BBQ again, and add rinky-dink type fireworks. Labour Day...BBQ again...if anything. Halloween...get dressed up, go trick-or-treating Thanksgiving...cook all day, then HUGE feast, we go our separate ways. Christmas...An interesting cross between Santa, Jesus, and the American capitalist monster. Inundate the poor tree with so many decorations it almost falls over, presents are the theme, and then another HUGE feast followed by fighting over who got what. New Years Eve...Root Beer floats, leftover fireworks, and then just hang out on "holiday pretenses". Now......this is how I want to do things at MY house, especially when my daughter comes to live with me......but my family seems to think it's either "boring", "ridiculous", or "crazy"...my mom in particular thinks I'd be "depriving" my daughter of a whole lot. New Years...actually be IN the parade. Valentines...kind of like the old 'May Day' tradition...ding dong ditch a bouquet of flowers or some other thing like that. St. Patrick's Day...same Irish dinner, sure...but also teach the kidlets about Irish culture too, since we are very Irish. Easter...focusing more on the fact that Spring is beginning, yes dying and hiding eggs, but skip the baskets/feast and have a "Welcome Spring" day. Memorial Day...Camping(inaugurate summer, lol) 4th of July...Block party with a big BBQ, then pyro show and patriotic town ceremony. Labour Day...BBQ at the beach. Send summer on its way, lol. Or if it's too cold then bake sale at church. Halloween...Harvest Festival. Fall Fling...you know, apple bobbing, scarecrows, hayrides, etc. Thanksgiving...Volunteering to serve at the local shelter, and then have a Family Home Evening to share what we're thankful for. Christmas...toootal Victorian here...nutcrackers and toy train around the tree, which is decorated with popcorn strings & clove oranges, everyone gets one gift from each other person so it's personal, caroling, fireside storytelling, etc. New Years Eve...Just like a sleepover, but since it's cali, at exactly 12, hop in the pool! lol So what do you think? Is my way REALLY "boring" "ridiculous" "crazy" and "depriving my daughter of SO much"? Or are they just snooty? And in your opinion, for each holiday, which way would you pick?
What do you think of this comforter and room decor (dELiAs)? For christmas, I am going to ask for a room makeover. I was thinking painting my walls like a bright wite and getting this bedroom set. what do you think? http://store.delias.com/browse.do;jsessionid=8342903080FAB80EB5FE6D9924C2B4C3.worker4?categoryKey=roomwares.victorian&splashTrack=room&incmpid=RoomMid Also, are there any other room decorations you like more than the "victorian"?
Whats The Film called? The film is a collection of 4 or 5 short stories all with a christmas theme. One story is set in victorian times about a young couple quite newly married, who are short of cash with christmas coming. She is proud of and takes good care of her beautiful long hair and yearns for some sort of ornamental piece to keep the hair tidy. He has a pocket watch, a heirloom from his father but has no chain from which to hang it. In order to satisfy each others dream, she has her hair cut and sells it to buy him the watch chain. he sells his watch to buy her the hair decoration
Victorian themed Christmas? My mum is hoping to place a Victorian theme on Christmas Day this year. Does anyone have any ideas for: Food/recipes Decorations Games Anything to make it a little special really! Thank you in advance :)
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