I'm slower than I used to be, and not as strong as I once was, but I love Christmas as much as ever I did. I've narrowed down my decorating choices to things I love, with the emphasis on the memories they involve. Many, if not most, are things I've made, or the children gave me. I've asked everyone I know for some fresh pine and by the weekend I should have some to put here and there but for now I've brought out a one or two favorites for my own pleasure.
I've made a "few" Christmas quilts, or table runners, or pillows, or candle mats, or...fill in the blank. This "Santa is a Star" has a fussy cut picture of Santa in the middle and looks wonderful on my burlap table cloth.
Winter Wonderland lives on my bed each year from Thanksgiving until February - after all January means snow, right?
I'm very sad because right now we can't find the Christmas tree skirt my mother made me about 30 years ago. I'm sure it's there somewhere - in the decorations I didn't use this year - but it's hiding from me at the moment. :( And one box of my Christmas tree decorations got wet somehow so I've lost a few. Memories.... even though the ornaments are gone they're still in my heart. There was a time when I was broken hearted when something got broken or lost but not so much any more because I've kept them all right here inside where they mean the most. It was a hard lesson learned but a good one. It's not the things that matter - it's the love you feel and the memory that thing invokes that you want to hold on to.
This poor "Santa's Wild Goose Chase" has a wrinkle down the middle. :( Hmmm, guess he's getting the same wrinkles I am!
Of course there are more I haven't shown you and I admit that these on the chair I've not yet found a place for. Do you think it's time to share with my children? The not so funny thing about our quilted creations is that sometimes giving them away it like giving away one of our children! Or is that just me?