"Be Careful What Traditions You Start If You Have More Than Two Children!"
Eighteen years ago, I started a tradition. A tradition that has lasted through a multitude of cross-country car trips, doctor-waiting-room visits during pregnancy (many of those), and quiet nights with my feet up (ok, so not so many of those. . . . . . )
I decided - back when I was barely twenty-something - that it would be charming and meaningful if I cross-stitched Christmas stockings for the whole family. Stockings that had either a Bible verse or a scene from the Nativity on them, that the kids could take with them when they started families of their own. That was - ahem - back when it was just Yurii & I.
I should have known better.
As I had more and more children, they got older and older before their stocking was completed. The next child on the list often had to make do with a fuzzy dollar store stocking with a glitter name hastily scrawled. Finally - FINALLY! - I put the last stitch in Amy's stocking this past Thanksgiving, on the way home from Indiana. Here it is:
So now, they're done. We have a whole row of handmade, lovingly stitched, Christmas stockings hanging by our fireplace.
And now - for the first time in eighteen years - I left for a long car trip without my sewing bag. Yurii's response: "Really? You're NOT bringing it?" Yup. Thankfully for me, I had a certain sneaky Christmas gift to work on (which I can't blog about - YET) that prevented too many withdrawal symptoms. But for the return trip home. . . . . . . . . . .
. . . . . . . anybody need any cross-stitching done??