Dollhouse vignettes-1978 -1979

As you know from my previous postings, dolls and dollhouses were part of my childhood interests.

I wanted to share some scenes that I created as a twelve year old, centered around my dolls and 'cupboard dollhouse'. My father helped me by capturing the following scenes in photos:




Christmas 1978 at Ken and Daisy's house.


This picture features the living room in my 'cupboard dollhouse'.


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Christmas Dinner 1978 at Ken and Daisy's house.


This picture features the kitchen in my 'cupboard dollhouse'.


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Ken & Daisy having a Picnic at Deuba Beach, Fiji-1979



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Ken & Daisy at Deuba Beach, Fiji-1979



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Ken enjoying the sun at Deuba Beach, Fiji-1979


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Daisy, Ken, Skipper & baby Alice with Snowy the dog-having a picnic-1979


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Daisy with baby Alice and Snowy the Dog- 1979




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My senior year at High School in Australia

I moved to Brisbane, Australia, not long before my 18th birthday in 1995. My mother and my two younger brothers accompanied me there.

The night we arrived in Brisbane there was a mighty hail storm, which meant that our flight couldn't land in Brisbane. Instead the flight was diverted to Coolangatta.We were ferried by coach from Coolangatta to Brisbane Airport. A Sri Lankan family friend was at the airport to pick us up.My mom and brothers all had diarrhea at the airport on account of the lamb that they had eaten on the plane. Miraculously the lamb had no such ill effects on me. I don't recall whether I actually ate the lamb or not.

We stayed the next month at the home of another Sri Lankan family that we had previously met in Fiji, where they were working at the time. They were very hospitable and put us up at their place until my Mother enrolled my brother and I at the Brisbane State High school. We also found a flat/apartment about a mile from the school, in which to live.

This whole move to Australia had filled me with trepidation. I was worried whether I would have difficulty fitting into a Western culture. Fiji, where we had spent the last seven years was different from Sri Lanka, but it was a colonial, third world country that shared many similarities and all the people were brown skinned.I felt so self conscious about being a brown skinned girl in a white world.

Finally, school opened in February 1985 and I had enrolled in all my classes which were to be mainly Science and Maths subjects as well as English language and literature.The first day of school I felt very lonely. I met my classmates, the school was co-ed so there were boys as well. I felt even more self conscious having to face boys, my previous High School in Fiji had been all girls. Most of the students in my class were white Australian. There were a handful of minority students such as two Chinese, two Greek and one Turkish student. Our class teacher was Ms. Jenny Cranston. She was an attractive petite, young woman with shoulder length black hair and brown eyes. She had a strong Australian accent and the 2 subjects she taught us were English Language and Literature. I thought some of the boys in our class were cute but I was too shy to interact with them during the school year.

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My class picture-Year 12 taken at the school library.

I am seated 1st from the left in the front row. My cute Turkish classmate who liked me, is in the front row seated 3rd from the left.

On the first day, we were given our time table, we had to move each period to different labs or classrooms and take all our books with us. I met other students during my Maths 1 and Maths 2 classes. The other students were nice, I used to have lunch sometimes or spend the morning breaks with some of the girls in my classes. Being very shy I sometimes used to prefer to have lunch on my own. They had nice salad sandwiches and pikelets at the canteen which was run by the Mothers but I was too shy to ever go there. So my Mother used to pack me a sandwich and some fruit sitting on the grounds or steps somewhere.

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This picture was taken inside our flat/apartment. I am in the Brisbane State High School (BSHS )Summer uniform. My bag heavy with books is on the floor. Our neighbor's Siamese cat is asleep on the chair.

My best subjects turned out to be Biology and English language and Literature. I did not do too well in Chemistry, Physics or Maths 1 and Maths 11. I found that curriculum in Australia at Year 12 was more advanced than what I had experienced in the final year of High School-Form 6 back in Fiji. Even English was at a much higher standard, although I did do quite well in that subject in Brisbane. I felt that my English teacher was a little prejudiced in her assessment of me, maybe since I was not a native speaker of English she assessed me on a lower scale.

I was fortunate to have good teachers who knew their subject matter well. They were all interesting people, all quite different from each other. My Chemistry teacher was Mr. Hansen, he also knew my brother (who was in Year 11) and played softball during sports half. Mr Hansen was quite impressed with my brother's sprinting abilities. Mr Hansen always wore Bermuda shorts and kneee length socks which is an Aussie tradition.

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My brother and I in the BSHS Winter uniform.

My Physics teacher was a wiry, thirtish man with an Italian sounding name which I can't recall at the moment. He always wore jeans and a t-shirt with cap sleeves which gave him a casual air.His brown hair was longish and he also wore a beard to match. He was quite an attractive and outgoing and likeable man. However, in the 2nd Semester he left for Italy to pursue higher studies. During the 2nd Semester he was replaced by another teacher, Mr. Stevenson who was about the same age.

My Maths 1 teacher was a tall blonde lady with brown eyes, but her name elludes me. She was very good at the subject, but I didn't have much personal interaction with her to say anything about her personality.

For Maths 2 we studied BASIC the computer language in Semester 1. Our teacher was Mr. Brennan, a bespectacled man with dark hair. He was very outspoken and used to make comments about many things. He often used to talk about golfing in his spare time. There was a boy in the Math 11 class who always walked his girlfriend to class and they were always inseparable. Mr. Brennan noticed it and made a comment about "'John always being with his bird" or something to that effect. I found his outspokeness to be quite refreshing and amusing, unless it was directed at me. I remember I used to have Math 2 during the first period of the day in Semester 1 and very often I used to come late to class. Mr. Brennan used to give me a lecture saying something like "when you start working your boss won't like it if you go to work late like this". I always listened meekly whenever he said this and I remember one of the boys sitting nearby smiling in amusement.

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This picture is a paper cutting taken from the Brisbane Sunday Mail newspaper. It shows John, my Maths 2 classmate and his girlfriend at the annual School Formal Dance.

I did enjoy the two English subjects: Language as well as Literature. I still remember what we studied for Literature: Poetry such as the poets who wrote about the casualties of the First World War and also Robert Frost. We read plays in the form of Death of a Salesman and Mcbeth. We read novels including The Day of the Triffids, Grapes of Wrath, The Chosen and Pride and Prejudice. We also watched classic movies during English period such as 'Pride and Prejudice' and the movie 'Tess'. The school year had been split into two Semesters. Each semester we were assessed. We had to write a journal one semester as well as do Oral presentations per semester. I absolutely dreaded the Orals. The second semester I was invited by a group of 3 boys to join them in 3 short sketches. I was flattered that they asked me and gladly joined them. One skit involved us being on a spaceship, the other skit was Sherlock Holmes and I played Holmes' housekeeper. We wore costumes of sorts, and rehersed in the mornings before school. I thought I did a good job, but my teacher didn't think I did too well, I was disappointed in her assessment of my performance.

I found Biology to be an interesting subject as well. Our Biology teacher was Mr. Redhead and he had a regional British accent which I couldn't quite place. He went on long leave to UK during the middle of the year and we had a Chinese lady who took our classes while he was on vacation. I think she was Malaysian Chinese, she was a pretty nice lady. For Biology we had to conduct an experiment on our own during the first Semester. I had no idea what I was going to do for my experiment. Everyone else in the class seemed to have bright ideas, while I had none. So I was a bit worried and didn't start my experiment until about 2 months before the Semester ended. Finally, I decided to grow green beans in 3 types of soil in pots. My conclusion was to see which type of soil suited green beans the best. The beans grew quite well and I wrote up my conclusion and was really happy when I got good marks from Mr Redhead for my experiment.

They had various social events during the school year such as weekend 'Dances' and school night outings to see plays such as 'The Mikado'. Some of my friends in my classes asked me if I was coming to the Dances and I said no. I remember she said "Why don't you come, don't worry people will dance with you." Unfortunately my shyness prevented me from attending dances, although I did wish I had the courage to go. I didn't go to the ' Mikado' or the school ' Formal' which was the graduation dinner held at the end of the school year. The formal was a grand affair where you had to wear evening gowns and they had a formal meal. The menu was approved early in the school year. At that time I opted out from participating in choosing the menu. The Turkish guy in my class also opted out, because of me as he was definitely interested in me. He was always smiling at me and trying to catch my attention, whenever I happened to run into him between classes. I felt very embarrased and shy at this special attention.

One day I saw Ms. Cranston , our English teacher say to him "She's beautiful isn't she?" and he nodded assent. Towards the middle of the year both my Turkish classmate, and I were called to the Admin office during the Biology class. So we both went there and we had to answer some questions and after that we were free to return to our class. My classmate accompanied me back to our class and as we passed the courtyard, he asked me if I was going to go back to the class or not go back. I replied that I was going back, and he accompanied me back to class. Looking back I know that he wanted me to say I wasn't going back so he could sit and talk to me. I did wonder years later what would have happened if I did stay and sit out the class with him that day. As a matter of fact I did track him down about seven years later in 1992, I managed to find his address through Australia Post and I wrote to him. He wrote back, apparently he had married a girl he met in 1988 at the World Expo in Brisbane and they had a son and another baby was on the way.

A special Birthday and Dolls' Wedding

As a twelve year old, I was very interested in playscale dolls and dollhouses. Playscale is defined as 1:6 scale (in playscale 1 inch represents 6inches in real life). Dollhouses are usually in a smaller scale defined as 1:12 scale (that is 1 inch represents 12 inches in real life). Dollhouses also called 'dolls houses' are mostly an adult hobby and the enthusiasts are usually women. Dollhouses in 1:12th scale are normally purchased as kits. The kits have to be assembled. After assembly the dollhouse is decorated and furnished and is a representation of real life on a smaller scale. Larger playscale (1:6) dollhouses are also available suited for play with Barbie dolls and are defined as toys for children.

As a young girl I did not actually own a Barbie doll, but I had other dolls such as Ken, Skipper and a baby doll all by Mattel and Daisy by Mary Quant. For my 12th birthday party I decided to combine my dolls' wedding with my birthday party. I invited my friends and they brought their dolls. My mother made shorteats and cake for my birthday and a special wedding cake for the dolls' wedding. My father was very obliging and took all the pictures of the wedding celebration and party.

Pictured on the left: Myself with friends at the Birthday/ Wedding celebration

Futhermore, my mother made the beautiful white wedding gown of georgette with lace tiers and the net veil that the bride, Daisy is wearing. She also stitched the black suit, shirt and bowtie that the groom, Ken is wearing. Daisy is holding a bouquet of a single magenta rose. The first bridesmaid is Ken's sister Skipper, and she is dressed in a magenta lace strapless gown and holding a white frangipani bouquet. The two little flowergirls are also dressed in magenta lace. The guests at the wedding are my friends' dolls. The wedding ceremony took place on my dressing table in my bedroom.

Below are all the beautiful pictures of the wedding of Ken and Daisy. Sorry that the pictures are a little faded due to the fact that they were taken back in 1979.






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Wedding Breakfast (note the Wedding cake on the little table)


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Wedding -Group photo





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Fiji Food Memories

After my family moved to Fiji in 1977, we were introduced to many food preparations that I had never experienced before. Due to the ethnic diversity in Fiji there was a whole array of diverse dishes.

From the Fiji Indian community, there were the delicious Indian rotis (chapatis) which are the Indian flat breads, being the main food of the Indian community in Fiji. Rotis were made out of wholemeal flour known as 'Atta' also known as 'Sharps'. In Fiji they also used 'ghee' (clarified butter) in the preparation of roti. Thus the roti ended up rich but delicious. The Indian roti was quite different in texture to the pol roti we eat in Sri Lanka.

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Everyone in Fiji loved roti, even the Fijians, although they did not make it themselves. We used to get invited often for dinner at a Sri Lankan family home and they always prepared Indian roti. The accompaniment was either curried fried canned corned beef or curried fried potatoes. It was quite delicious and it was not long before my Mother also learnt to make Indian roti. However, at that time our rotis never turned out soft like the Indians made them and I used to long for genuine Indian roti which we ocassionaly had if we got invited to an Indian home or bought it from a school Bazaar or restaurant. It was funny, when I travelled by bus to High School when I was older, I used to see some guys going to work carrying their roti packets in their pocket.

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I was ten years old, I skipped a Grade and began school in Fiji at Class 5. My parents sent me to a Chinese Catholic school and I had one Indian classmate there. She always brought an Indian roti filled with curry and rolled up like a pancake and wrapped in newspaper. The way she ate it was to open out her roti taking her time to eat it the traditional way, breaking off pieces of roti and eating it with the enclosed curry. The curry was always a bright yellow color but smelled delicious. She also brought a crunchy corn cheese snack packet such as 'Twisties', 'Bongos' , 'Cheesums' or 'Fonzies' along with the roti. In contrast, my Mother gave me a boring sandwich for lunch or fried rice. While on the subject of school lunches, it reminds me of some of the other delicious lunches my classmates brought to school. I remember a boy named Peter used to bring roast chicken, smelt so good. Ingrid often brought roast beef sandwiches. Some kids brought sandwiches which had unsual fillings such as canned Heinz spaghetti with cheese sauce or baked beans. I later found out that both of those sandwiches were an Australian tradition.

Other interesting Indian foods were mango pickles, deep fried green peas, booja, sooji halwa and gulab jamun. The Indian mango pickles were called achchar. They were pickled in mustard oil and smelled and tasted wonderful. They were quite different to the Sri Lankan achcharu which has no oil in it. Indians also used to make a savory snack out of boiled green peas that were fried with spices and sold by pushcart vendors, kind of similar to 'kadala' that was sold by pushcart vendors in Sri Lanka. The Indians also ate dhal as a soup which was in contrast to the dhal (parippoo) curry which was a standard dish in Sri Lanka.

The Fijians, who are the indigenous people of Fiji, used to eat mainly boiled or baked rootcrops such as dalo (taro) which was a tuber with leaves similar to the 'alakola'. They also ate the leaves and a favorite way to cook it was make a packet of the dalo leaf with a filling of canned corned beef, onions and chillis. The packet was then boiled in coconut milk (cream). The creamy extract of the coconut flesh was called coconut cream in Fiji versus coconut milk as it is called in Sri Lanka. Other root crops eaten were yams and cassava. They also ate a lot of fish, pork, beef and chicken along with a rootcrop. The traditional way to cook the meats and fish was to cook it in an underground earth oven called a 'lovo'. They usually only cooked in the lovo for large gatherings called 'feasts' where the food wrapped in leaves would be cooked under hot stones for several hours. This gave them a tender taste with a smoky flavor which was quite delicious. Whenever schools had their annual bazaars I used to especially ask my Mother to bring us some lovo meals.

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Western food found in Fiji seemed to be directly influenced by the cuisine of Australia and New Zealand. Some of the popular items were egg with steak and chips, fish and chips, rotisserie chicken, scones and cakes with cream.

The really good fish and chips that I have tasted were sold at the Cafe that was next to the Nabukalou Creek which ran past the store known as Morris Headstrom in the Suva city center. These chips were chunky and the moist white fleshed fish was covered in crisp batter. It was always served in a brown paper bag with Fijian chillis and wedges of lemon. Incidentally, those chillis looked like bigger versions of the Sri Lankan kochchi. That was the only variety of chilli available in Fiji and was a yellowish, reddish color. I was always homesick for the 'amu miris'(green chillis) found back in Sri Lanka. The taste of the 'Fijian' chilli just was not the same, it had too many seeds as well. At the same Cafe they used to sell whole rotisserie chickens which could be seen turning around in the oven. They smelt divine and tasted even better.

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The cakes in Fiji were strange to my eyes. All the cakes were piped or iced with fresh cream. I think they were sponge cakes. Coming from Sri Lanka and being a kid I was expecting butter cream icing like back home. Fresh cream on a cake seemed strange to me and not as appealing. Although now I would love to eat a cake topped with cream. Scones also were foreign to me since we had never heard of them in Sri Lanka, but later while in Australia I did become a big fan.

Christmas Memories

Although I am not Christian, I love Christmas. I have many memories from Christmases past. I have always loved the pageantry associated with Christmas from when I was a small child. It is a season of joy and celebration. A time for cooking and enjoying good food, community and decorating. The Christmas season encompasses all these plus it has such a magical air to it! I love the beauty of Christmas trees and decorations, sending and receiving Christmas cards, singing Christmas carols, Santa Claus, dressing up, giftgiving and parties. Of course not forgetting the most important reason of all being the religious significance of Christmas.

Going back to my childhood once again, my earliest memory of Christmas is when I was around 3 years old when we used to live in Los Angeles, California. I remember visiting my neighbor Heather, she used to live a few apartments down at the UCLA student Housing complex. She was about the same age as me. I have a vivid memory of her mother baking ginger bread cookies in the kitchen. Heather gave me a candy cane filled with chocolates. She was wearing a pretty green tartan dress with a pretty brooch of a miniature christmas tree studded with colored stones. I immediately fell in love with her brooch.

Later, we went to Heather's house for their Chrismas party. In the living room there was a huge decorated Christmas tree which was all lit up. Alll the kids were given gifts of little wristwatches.I have pictures of me at the party, unfortunately they are in my childhood album back in Kandy. I have to wait to post them to the blog at a later date.

We returned to Sri Lanka in December 1970 just before Christmas. We flew Pan Am and the inside of the aircraft was decorated for Christmas. On our meal tray there was a little snowman made of wood which I kept for the longest time. Our plane stopped for refuelling in Anchorage, Alaska, it was snowing, just perfect for the season!

In 1971 while we were living in the Gal Bungalawa (Stone Bungalow), Mahakande, our neighbors celebrated Christmas. They were known to my parents from their undergraduate days at the University of Peradeniya. Our neighbors also had just returned to Sri Lanka from postgraduate studies in England and the husband was on the Faculty at University of Peradeniya. While he was Buddhist, his wife was a Christian lady from Moratuwa. She was very nice, friendly and was an excellent cook. She was wonderful at baking cakes and all the Sri Lankan short eats such as patties, cutlets and rolls. According to my Mother, she herself learnt a lot about making short eats and cooking meats such as liver curry from our neighbor. That Christmas, they had the most wonderful Christmas tree with beautiful decorations brought from England plus twinkling electric lights. I remember some of the decorations were little christmas lanterns with a candle inside which I thought were gorgeous.

The next Christmas I remember is after we had moved to a 'C' bungalow within the main Campus of University of Peradeniya. At that time I was around six years old and our household helper Meenam revived my interst in Chrismas once again. Meenam was a young Tamil girl from a Tea Estate in Maskeliya. She spoke Sinhala quite well since the previous family that she worked for were also Sinhalese.That family was Catholic and they had two little girls. Meenam used to tell me stories about how they had celebrated Christmas. The father of the family had dressed up as Father Christmas ( Nattal Seeya) and had brought the girls presents and they had had a beautiful Christmas tree. After hearing that I wanted to have my own Christmas tree! So my father got me a Cypress branch and I was able to decorate a Christmas tree with home made decorations. My mother helped me to make the decorations, she drew a star on cardboard for the tree top and we decorated it with gold colored foil. We also used gold tinsel garlands. I don't remember specifically what the other decorations were but they were all cardboard cutouts covered with colored foil from chocolate wrappers. My brother and I were at Kandy Convent in Montessori at the time. Meenam used to wait for us till we finished. Coincidentally, it happened that while he waited for us, she saw the two girls (at whose home she worked previously) also at Kandy Convent.

In 1974 when I went onto Grade One we really got into the Christmas season at school. I remember we sang many Christmas carols. 'Kalakata pera e Bethleheme' was a Sinhala carol that we sang in the same tune as 'Mary's boychild Jesus Christ'. We also sang all the popular carols and Christmas songs in English such as 'Silent Night', 'Away in a Manger' and 'Santa Claus is coming to town'. Our Grade class teacher also decorated a cypress Christmas tree in our classroom. I loved the smell of the cypress. The deorations were not very sophisticated but it was lovely nonetheless.

As we prepared to close the term for the Christmas holidays, our class teacher who we called Bernie teacher told us we could send her a Christmas card if we liked. She wrote her address on the blackboard in English. We all copied it down, I wrote it at the back of my Maths book. Bernie teacher reviewed what I had written and made some minor corrections to the lettering. But she was quite impressed at how well I had copied the address in English, considering the fact that English was a second language at our school. If my memory serves me correctly, she took it to the front of the class and showed it to the other girls as an example of good writing. During the Christmas vacation I sent a Christmas card to Bernie Teacher. It was a wonderful surprise to receive a card back from her! It was a small handmade card made out of a beautiful textured cream colored card paper. She had pasted a picture of a pair of bells on the front and written inside the card in black stylised writing. I was so pleased to receive the card and thought it was so beautiful, it was very precious to me.

A few years after we had moved to Fiji, during Christmas 1978, I decided that my cupboard dollhouse deserved a proper Christmas celebration. Hence, I decorated a Christmas tree and fireplace with candles in the living room. All my dolls sat down to Christmas dinner replete with Christmas Cake in the ktchen. I was so excited about my mini Christmas scenery that I asked my father to take pictures of the scenes.

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Christmas in the dollhouse living room

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Christmas dinner in the dollhouse

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Around the same time, my mother was given a gift of a cookbook authored by Charmaine Solomon called 'The Asian Cookbook'. It was a huge book, a coffee table edition. It had beautiful full page photographs and she had devoted a whole chapter to her native Sri Lanka. In it was the receipe for 'Ceylon Christmas Cake'. For Christmas 1980 my mother tried out the receipe from her book. It was a knockout, that cake was the most delicious Christmas cake I had ever tasted! That began a tradition of baking Christmas cake in my family that lasted for over and beyond the next decade.

Around 1981 I visited my friend who lived in Fiji , their family was also from Sri Lanka. For Christmas she had a table top mini christmas tree decorated with colored baubels. Although the branches were made of plastic it looked wonderful. After seeing her tree I decided I had to get a plastic tree as well. So I went ahead and got the same kind of tree and decorated it with store bought decorations such as tinsel, colored bells and baubels.

In 1985 I moved onto Australia with my mother and brothers and I completed Year 12 of high school in Brisbane. As Christmas approached Christmas decorations were put out for sale. I spotted some reasonably priced packets of decorations at the Coles department store. They were made out of rigifoam and made in China. But they really looked nice. I bought some of those and also bought 'ribbony' Christmas baubles. Our father was working in Marshall Islands at the time. So for the long holidays in December we all joined him there. For Christmas I once again set up my mini platic tree and hung all the decorations I had bought. It was the most complete tree I had decorated to date. My mother made the Ceylon Christmas cake and my father decided it was excellent to distribute it to all his work associates. So my parents visited all of them and took them Christmas cake which they all loved.

My decorated Christmas Tree-December 1985

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Christmas Tree in front of City Hall, Brisbane, Queensland, Australia-December 1989

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At the end of 1989, I had finished university and I joined my parents and younger brother in the Marshall Islands. I bought another table top Christmas tree there. It was kind of pinus like and the branches looked like bottle brush.

After that I stopped decorating trees for a while. After I had come back to the US and lived there for a couple of years, one Winter I got the urge to decorate for Christmas once again. By then it was Christmas 2005. Every evening as I went home from work, I used to pass the '99 cent' store. There I saw these little Christmas trees which were real live pines. They had decorations on them as well and you could plant them after Christmas was over. So I decided to buy two of those. Then I searched the store for more decorations, I got tinsel, pointsettias, red bows and a red 'stocking'. I took them all home and decorated the fireplace with them. I also found a little Nativity Scene there which I placed on the mantle piece. I decided I needed more decorations so I went to 'Target' and got little glass baubels and a packet of assorted mini decorations to hang on the trees. My Christmas decorations were all up and finally I took pictures.

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Christmas 2005

Below are pictures of Christmas decorations at the 'Grove' shopping center in Los Angeles, California from Christmas 2008:

Notice Santa's Sleigh behind the giant Christmas tree.

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Christmas tree closer view

Ginger bread house below

Christmas Tree at the '3rd St. Farmer's Market' next to 'The Grove ' shopping center.



This Christmas I won't be decorating , but I am planning to bake a scrumptious cake according to a Middle Eastern receipe. I will be using rulang (semolina) and cashews and orange juice in this cake. I'm actually supposed to use walnuts but I decided to make it Sri Lankan by adding cashews instead.

Halloween-updated with pics!

Okay, I ended up doing nothing this past Halloween, having dressed up for the past four years in a row.

Since I might cause a stampede if I posted pics of me dressed up as an adult. I thought the next best alternative would be to post some pics of me dressed up as a clown when I was a young lady of almost four in Los Angeles, circa 1970!

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During October I had been getting emails about Halloween parties in Colombo from the "Sri Lankan Nightlife Group" on Facebook. Just curious are any of you members of that group?

I've never been to a Halloween party in Sri Lanka seems like now its becoming part of the Holidays in Sri Lanka. Have any of you had the experience of dressing up for Halloween in Sri Lanka? I looked at the participants on the "Sri Lankan Nightlife Group" on Facebook for the Halloween event, looks like there are a lot of people from International schools. Does this mean that most of the Halloween dressing up crowd is younger i.e. teenagers or twenties?

When I moved to the States I was fascinated by the dressing up aspect of Halloween. So for a couple of years I dressed up as another persona.It was pretty fun to become someone else for a night.Here in the US most of the costumes seem to emphasize sexiness for women.I was wondering if costumes are available in Sri Lanka or do people have to make them themselves?

Ok- I have reposted- My Garden- a Story told in Flowers

Please take a look ! I have edited and reposted 'My Garden- a Story told in Flowers'.

It looks a lot better than when I originally posted it!