Ella and I discussed Christmas stockings the other day. “We have Christmas stockings somewhere,” I said.
“Can you find them, Mama?”
Since we moved back to Texas, Santa has been leaving small gifts and chocolate and fruit in a set of pretty, hand-painted wooden bowls instead of stockings. Our stockings are in storage with so much of our other stuff. I would try to find them.
They were tucked into the bottom of a box of ornaments. But we only had three stockings, Charles’s, mine, and Eva’s. Ella was just a baby when we moved back to Texas, and I hadn’t made one for her. Oh no!
We went into emergency knitting mode. My pink yarn box yielded some balls I had rolled for a Kaffe Fassett-inspired project that never got any further. We had to borrow the needles from Ella’s cardigan sleeves. Here is the stocking so far.
Ella’s cardigan is on hold until the stocking is done. I finished the body, and it looks like it will fit very well. These two kittens, helping to present the cardigan as it is at the moment. That reminds me that no one entered my kitten giveaway contest—take one, get one free!
