What are the holidays if not a collection of unassuming moments?

A celebration of handmade memories.

The decadence of celebration; of joyful voices, boisterous and full.

The splendour of sharing a homecooked feast; lingering warmth from the kitchen, the oven a revolving door of sumptuous creations.

The beauty of ritual; treasured ornaments arranged thoughtfully on the tree.

We indulge in remarkably simple things; in time spent with each other, in flavourful foods, and in evenings by a crackling fire. 

We find joy in familiarity; Theatres stage the classics, dinners and gatherings are hosted in the same homes as the year before, and our hometowns are lit up by the same string of lights. 

Without fail, we delight in these time-honoured traditions.

We find celebration in each other and in sharing each of these unassuming moments,

In our collection of handmade memories.