It doesn’t seem even the least bit possible that there are only two weeks left in this year. However as unlikely as that seems, even more unbelievable (for me) is the fact that theres also only 2 weeks left in my 22 year. This year has literally flown by and I don’t know where it went.
We’re finished with all of our Christmas shopping and I’m nearly done with all my Christmas crafting. There will probably be a large section of time after this coming Thursday when I won’t want to even set foot in my craft room- thats how sick of all this work I am. However I still need to finish 1 purse, 1 crayon/colored pencil carrier, and about 50 bajillion of those silly picture ornaments. I had been sewing them by hand in the evenings while watching tv but I was watching my little stash of embroidery thread diminish at an alarming rate not to mention that I would only finish about 4 each night before saying Screw it I don’t want to do this anymore. So today I broke down and started using the machine.
I walked into a shelf this morning. I was coming out of my husband’s game room and he has some display shelves on the wall and I happened to be just the right height to narrowly miss my eye and hit my eyebrow instead and now I have a big old bump. We have a family Christmas get together on Saturday and I’m just praying that it doesn’t bruise too badly because its actually step family and I don’t want them leaping to the worst possible conclusion. Seriously who’s going to believe I actually ran into a shelf? My husband tried so hard not to laugh when I told him. Especially because when I walked out of the room after telling him, I ran into our bathroom door. Can we say accident prone?
Speaking of Jarell, he got me Christmas and Birthday presents this year which may not sound like much, but usually in all the rush of Christmas he has a hard time remembering my birthday because his family doesn’t celebrate due to the whole Jehovah’s witness thing. This year he got it all done ahead of time and I have no clue what I got and I’m ecstatic. I’ve always been good at guessing gifts and always considered it a curse. For me theres nothing worse than looking at the present and knowing what it is, especially if I know I won’t like it, and having to still act surprised and happy when I open it. One notable exception being when he got me my sewing machine for Christmas last year because I just couldn’t wait to get it open and start playing with it.
I guess thats enough random babble for today. If I can get the internet to function again tomorrow, I’ll try to post again, but we’ll see.
Happy Holidays folks!
I am sure these are a dime a dozen out there and I am certain someone has made tutorials for these as well, but I haven’t found (or looked for for that matter) any so I’m going to share my particular version of these. Actually this is more suggestions and a trial and error list of lessons than tutorial with step by step instructions.
Trim around the outside edge of your photo leaving an edge of about an 8th of an inch-ish. Cut a piece of felt to the same size while you’re at it. Place your felt and picture together with the right sides out. Arm yourself with needle and embroidery floss and blanket stitch around the outside edge till you have only a small opening left. Stuff the little pillow shape lightly- just enough to give it some dimension or more if you wish- and finish sewing the opening shut. For a hanger you can do several things. you could attach some ribbon and go that route, you could use some extra embroidery floss to make a loop as I chose to do, or you could even take a metal hanger and hook the little end through your blanket stitches and hang it that way.
My beautiful camera assistant
The holidays have been a very special time for me for as long as I can remember. When I was little B.D. (before divorce) my parents and my little brothers and I would make the trip to Gramma and Grampa’s
house for Thanksgiving. We’d all eat till we were stuffed.
I would run around with black olives on each of my fingers or drag my antique baby doll who was as big as I was up from the family room in the basement. I’d then proceed to re-introduce everyone to Charlotte, the worlds ugliest doll. She had been found on the side of the road by my Grampa, with on arm broken off. That deterred him not at all and he cobbled her back together like some child’s forgotten Frankestein with a bolt that went through both arms. To this day she still survives as a somewhat grisly reminder of my wonderful childhood.
My parents stopped celebrating Christmas for religious reasons after I turned 3 and so we didn’t celebrate per se. This lack of celebration never stopped my grandparents
in Michigan from sending us several boxes of goodies and as December came I began my watch for the much anticipated UPS truck bringing its wonderful surprises. Always there was at least one box of homemade cookies and candies- oatmeal raisin, chocolate chip, peanut butter, ones with gooey candied cherries in them, and many flavors of candy both homemade and store bought. The presents were still opened on and Christmas always yielded a Barbie or two and often ponies as well as homemade clothing and barettes or jewelry. My grandma never failed to make this a special day for us.
Another year a homemade piggy bank, my first embroidery set, and a doll with jewels in her hair. The cake was memorable in that it was frosted to look like a gumball machine with skittles stuck into the icing. That was a particularly special year.



