The most festive woman in the Bay of Plenty, Jules Farrant, loves all things London and all things Christmas. She puts her decorations up on 1st October. Our photographer came back from this shoot feeling like a child again.

PHOTOS TRACIE HEASMAN, QUINN O’CONNELL 

THE BIG GUY

Rudolph is over 100 years old. He was shot by my great-grand­fa­ther, who was a tai­lor, and had a menswear shop in the South Island. There was a sec­tion with hunt­ing clothes, so he had stag heads adorn­ing the walls. The shop got passed down to my grand­fa­ther, who car­ried it on, then to my father, who hat­ed all that sort of thing.

He couldn’t bear to send Rudolph to the dump, as he still want­ed the ani­mal to retain a bit of dig­ni­ty. So he lived in our garage when I was a child. He became a very handy hook with bits of rope, inner tubes and all sorts hang­ing off him. He even had a more­pork perched on his antlers in the win­ter. He has a touch of the mange now, which is why he has a bowtie to smarten him up. When my mum moved up to Auck­land after my dad died, I saw Rudolph on the back of the truck wait­ing to go to the tip. I was hor­ri­fied! So I res­cued him. He’s my child­hood.

THE SHOES

I got a lit­tle pair of shoes which were hand­ed down to me by my father. Then one of my cousins gave me a pot­tery pair for Christ­mas when I was 15. I had them in my bed­room in Rotorua. So peo­ple thought, ‘She col­lects shoes. I’ll give her shoes as a present.’ Then I became a col­lec­tor of the­se tiny pairs of shoes! I end up with lots of dif­fer­ent lit­tle col­lec­tions. I’m get­ting rid of the­se soon: I’m so over the dust­ing.

THE BOOKS

There are books in every sin­gle room, includ­ing the toi­let. I have an old set of ency­clo­pe­di­as that belonged to my dad when he was young. There are some appalling things writ­ten in them, such as ‘50 Good Uses for Asbestos’. And I’m a Famous Five nut, too. I love those sto­ries.

THE SEWING MACHINE

The sewing machine belongs to my sis­ter. I’ve got it on per­ma­nent loan as she’s moved from a cot­tage to a more mod­ern house. The Scrab­ble tiles are fun; I don’t under­stand com­put­er games, but I absolute­ly love board games.