Why, Marce, WHY?
Well, because I’ve been getting the kids’ stockings hung by the chimney with care, and the stockings are special ones I made years ago using all kinds of wooly bits from my sweet Grandma Bonnie’s mid-century-era wool stash. She boiled down thrift-store coats and dyed them herself to make the materials for her gloriously intricate wool rugs. Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully! Want to get it stuck in your head, too?
So let’s get back to the stockings! Here they are. Aww! One for Lulu and one for Finny, lovingly stitched up when they were little toddlers.
These were obviously made during a period in history when there were, in fact, more than 24 hours in a day. Seriously, there is no other explanation. I look at these now and think, how and when did I have time to root around in Grandma’s cedar chests, sorting through those precious wool remnants to find coordinating colors, and to troll eBay and antiques shops and garage sales searching for vintage ribbons, trims, beads, and buttons? Who IS that person and can I hire her to make me some more of these? Nowadays I find myself strapped for time and perennially frazzled, I can forget to take the wet clothes out of the washer before I throw a dirty load of clothes on top of it. But ... enough about that. I apparently made time to sew these stockings, and the sight of them made my kids’ faces light up when we opened up the holiday storage bins! :)
Wooly bully, wooly bully, wooly bully!
Here are some details of the stockings, if you will indulge me.
I am definitely not the best seamstress in the world by ANY STRETCH of the imagination. But a close up look at these wooly stockings, and all the wacky details and oddball stitches and mashed-up materials reminds me that taking time out for crafting is so important. I’m getting a little misty-eyed thinking about it. We’re making memories here, people!
Have a fabulous day, lovely ladies and gents (and wishing a VERY HAPPY BIRTHDAY to our own personal Stevie Wonderful, my stepdad Steve!)