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.



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.


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.


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 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.