I love Christmas decorating! And in true Rust and Dust fashion, my house is an ecclectic mix of vintage, rusty, dusty and sentimental decor. Doug and I have spent many weekends on 'ventures to vintage shows, antique malls, junk stores and festivals. Our travels have taken us to a Junk Jaunt in Nebraska, a flea market in Sparks, Kansas, many stops on a work/fun trip from North Carolina, down to the Florida panhandle and across to New Orleans. In one small antique store, we saw 6 vintage santa mugs sitting all in a row, calling our name! I LOVE multiples of things. I don't know why, I just do. We bought that first set and our rustic and vintage Christmas decor grew from there.
I would love to tell you that I was one of those people who could tell you where we lovingly bought each piece - unfortunately, that is not me. Doug is much better at that detail (along with math!). This year, with starting the business had having a very busy November and December full of weddings, I am a little slow with the decorating. Mixing the newly collected with the life time of memory collections is what makes my rusty and dusty Christmas decor feel like home. Home, family, friends and fellowship are what the Holiday season is about. Christmas, however, is about celebrating the birth of our Savior, Jesus Christ.
From our Rust and Dust family to yours, Merry Christmas!
This mantle group has a collection from Nebraska, Austin and estate sales. One of our additions this year is the giant Santa pitcher. It caused our rescue dog Sami to give an intruder alert bark. She frequently give us the "there's something new in my living room" bark when we add new things. Christmas decorations are not her favorite!
The rustic tree on a wash tub boasts handmade ornaments by Calie and a rope garland.
A vintage Christmas isn't complete without a silver tinsel tree. It is full of our children's baby ornaments and vintage balls, surrounded by their favorite children's books.
The shutter displays hold some of my most precious childhood memories. The little kissing angels (under the vent) were a gift from Grandma Opal. I LOVED her kissing angels. The girl was a music box that turned. One year for Christmas she gave me my very own set. The little wooden cutouts are replicas of the special gift tags my mother used on our Christmas presents each year when we were little.
The second shutter holds a stained glass nativity made by my Dad. Our vintage Coca Cola Santa (sorry for the glare) also gave Sami an intruder alert moment.