Fun with Felt

Stockings were a big deal in my family. Mine was sacred - delicately intricate - populated with thousands of tiny sequins my grandma & mom sewed on; our names embroidered perfectly across the top. The time! The energy! The love! The desire to replicate that feeling for Walt has completely paralyzed me and left us stockingless in our own home for 6 years of marriage and 2 years of Walt. Thank you to my friend Mirna for organizing a stocking-making workshop this year, or I don't know if I ever would have started. It's amazing how so much of finishing is just beginning! They will not be winning any seamstress craft awards, but they will hold a few hotwheels from Santa.