My Mother-In-Law loaned us her back-up tree this year. I told her I wanted to do a pink Christmas tree and she said she had just the thing. The girls thought it was amazing and clasped their hands to their bosoms. The boys cried.
I get the impression that it used to be the thing to make an heirloom quality stocking for your kid. My mother quilted and cross stitched mine on the left while Marc’s mom went all crazy with the needlepoint on the right. Not gonna happen.
I love this green ornament with the pink blooms. At the rate of extinction though I really need to be watching for more of these at yard sales. Apparently you literally cannot have enough vintage and extremely delicate ornaments with five kids and one husband. They mow right through them.
The finished gingerbread house. Rahab has finally given up gnawing on the roof now that she has realized how nasty it is. Nasty, nasty.And now that it’s New Years, it’s time to put it all away. If it weren’t for vintage Christmas decorations I wouldn’t deal with Christmas storage. I’d just make craft ornaments and then torch the whole thing. Problem solved. But I keep finding this stuff at yard sales. I can’t say no. I just need more boxes.