Here's that Instagram post, for those who don't follow me there or who missed it, and I followed it up with one that gave a close-up of the figures. By the time I posted a third photo from that Bordeaux design-shop window, I was kicking myself for not bringing the crèche home along with a few starter pieces, even more annoyed that I hadn't even taken time to check who made it, and where else it might be available. After all, having a crèche in the house had been a must from my earliest memories -- from a mid-sized table top version when I was barely school-age to a practically church-worthy version my parents set up in the foyer of their large heritage home. Then as a young mom with more time than money, I made a cloth version from a pattern and I think we disguised an orange crate as the shelter. I can't remember when we last set that up -- but I know it's long gone, and the notion of a crèche in these secular days, our kids grown, didn't seem very important, barely relevant.
But with the grandchildren so interested in stories now, and with the Story of the Nativity still part of our cultural storehouse, no matter one's religious beliefs, I thought, as I reviewed the photos from Bordeaux, this charming set would have been a perfect way to introduce the key elements at the heart of what we celebrate December 25th. . .
Oh well, opportunity missed, better add that crèche to the shopping list for next year in Bordeaux. . .
And then last Saturday morning while our new furniture was being delivered, I walked up to my neighbourhood yarn shop (Yes! I now have a neighbourhood yarn shop -- Three Bags Full -- and it looks great!) and on the way, I decided to check out a design/home furnishings shop I've been curious about. Not four feet into the store, and I spotted the same Nativity Set I'd admired in that Bordeaux window. Turns out it's made by Alessi (you know, of the brilliant whistling-bird tea kettles?) -- and is at least as charming in person as it is seen through a window or in a photo.
Not so word-less after all, was I? What a surprise. . . ;-)