A week ago Ms. Paley posted a series of photos of her Christmas tree, in which she showed that she had decorated it with, among other things, the most beautiful dried slices of oranges imaginable. The moment I saw Slim's Christmas orange slices I was filled with longing to have some for myself. Well, not actually longing, Dear Reader, but rather lust. I left a comment that indicated a certain degree of my covetousness. Yes, Reggie admits that he is not immune to one or two of the Seven Deadly Sins from time to time. He is mortal, after all.
Imagine my surprise and delight when I received a brown-paper package shortly thereafter from Lady Paley containing her gift of several dozen of said orange slices. Not only was the package prettily and cleverly wrapped, but what it contained was as precious as jewels!
Within but a blink of an eye of my opening the package, Boy began hanging the orange slices on our Christmas tree at Darlington House. He was already well underway placing the vintage (and some new-ish) glass gold, silver, and green ornaments that he had chosen as his color scheme this year. What timing! Boy darted to the basement and retrieved his small rare stash or orange glass ornaments to complete the new palette.
What had originally been conceived of as a Winter Woodland Christmas tree at Darlington House was now transformed into a citrusy shimmer of gold, green, silver, and orange.
I am beside myself with joy.
Thank you, dear Slim Paley.
Photographs by Boy Fenwick