My favorite vintage ornaments: Sputnik has landed!


Fresh from the starry future! Sputnik is made of silvery space-age plastic.

Alas, one of the star arms is broken. Sputnik must have launched itself from a tree branch at one time and hit the floor. “Space-age plastic” apparently does not mean “unbreakable.” Darn.

My favorite vintage ornaments: songbirds in glass cages!


At Lurayville we don’t do Martha Stewart-y whoop-de-doo decorator-queen Christmas trees.

Re-inventing a tree decorating scheme every December doesn’t sound fun to me. That’s just not where I want my energy to go.

We’re boring. We put the same things on our tree every.single.year.

Why?  Because.

Anyway. We’ve got little white lights. (Okay, some years we do colored lights, but that’s because we can’t decide which we like better!)

We’ve got the kids’ ornaments. Every December each child shops for one modern glass ornament to add to her collection. When they leave home the ornaments will go with them.

I hope it isn’t anytime soon.

We’ve got a few boxes of tiny, beautifully made, modern glass ornaments given to us by my brother in Manhattan who has exquisite taste.

Then  . . .  vintage ornaments. There aren’t a lot. I own some Shiny Brites, but I decided to just pile them in a bowl this year.

Here are a couple of my favorite vintage ornaments that aren’t glass balls:


Tiny pompom songbirds with tiny plastic feet! They’re singing merrily from swinging perches inside tiny cages made of delicate glass rods and beads. Some are white, some are gold.

Postwar Japan? That’s my guess!

Imagine picking up a couple dozen of these at Woolworth’s for next to nothing. Somebody’s going to finally invent a time travel machine any day now, I hope. I’ll see you when I get back.

Tune in tomorrow for more vintage favorites!

What was I thinking?

Way back on November 18th, Pam over on Retro Renovation posted a tutorial on how to create a vintage Christmas ornament wreath. I was seized with the sudden desire to get in on the fun and make one, too. Yes, I am impulsive. And crazy.

I actually made two of these years ago and broke both of them, but that didn’t stop me from hitting every thrift store within reasonable driving distance for the past few weekends. Today I decided to face the music and started organizing my haul.


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