Christmas is oh so close now ... kinda like it's breathing down my neck. I'm not ready. But then again, I never am. Somehow all the "essentials" seem to get done, a few things I THOUGHT were essential turn out not to be, and the world doesn't end if some of the "non-essentials" don't get done.
Today I don't have anything new to show you so I thought you might like to see the stockings I made for my daughters a few years ago.
Whoops, Another Tangent Alert!
It was a very weird year when I was craving just a teensy bit of red in my traditionally white/silver Christmas decor. Normally I avoid red. I never wear it. I don't decorate with it ('cept for Valentine's & Christmas). And I only occasionally quilt with it a very little bit. But ... I dunno what was up with me ... it was just weird.
That same year, I also bought a few small red ornaments to "sprinkle" on the tree in amongst my silver & white. The result? The tree looked like it had chicken pox! NOT what I had in mind. Omg, I swear it was the most ridiculous thing EVER ... hilarious, but ridiculous. So I took 'em off and put them all together on a plate.
Less pox-ey, more festive ... MUCH better!
Back to the stockings.
I had such a hard time deciding on design and fabric. Oy! When I have so many options swimming around in my head I get crippled with indecision.
In this case, I was at least certain I wanted to use this adorable fleecy roses fabric. In white, it makes the PERFECT cuff.
But for the rest of the stocking? I couldn't decide on patchwork, checkers, stripes, English paper-piecing, embroidery, applique, cross-stitch ... for the love of all things holy PLEASE make it STOP!
As you can see I wimped out, curled up into the fetal position and just went totally easy with a cross-hatched single print. Yawn. I know. You don't need to tell me.
I hope that at least the big bow distracts anyone from noticing how lame the rest of the stocking looks.
Told ya bows were in my DNA! ;)
But I let the girls pick their fabric - from a very limited selection pre-determined by moi - and they seem happy with them.
Every year I have these grandiose plans to make out-of-this-world, drop-dead-gorgeous stockings for them. But I really can't narrow my choices down enough to decide what that looks like!
Sigh. Maybe next year ...