
Growing up, my Aunt (or, rather, my Dad's Aunt... so this would make her my Great Aunt?) would give intricately stitched felt Christmas tree ornaments to the family every Christmas. One year it would be Santa Claus and the next year, Mrs. Claus. I think there was a Christmas wreath and maybe even a reindeer. They were stitched with mini pearls and sparkling sequins. I imagined her sitting in her sewing room all year long cutting, stitching and stuffing.
And, for a while, I took on this tradition as well. I think it was when I was in High School. One year I stitched up felt earth globes with big red bows, another year it was a felt dolphin with a hand stitched wreath around its neck and then there was the teeny tiny felt goldfish that sat in a clear, plastic globe filled with sand. (This last one had some consequences... the sand, fresh from the beach, eventually caused mold to grow on the goldfish after a year in storage. Should have bought sterile sand!) But then I started college and had no time for stitching.
And, for a while, I took on this tradition as well. I think it was when I was in High School. One year I stitched up felt earth globes with big red bows, another year it was a felt dolphin with a hand stitched wreath around its neck and then there was the teeny tiny felt goldfish that sat in a clear, plastic globe filled with sand. (This last one had some consequences... the sand, fresh from the beach, eventually caused mold to grow on the goldfish after a year in storage. Should have bought sterile sand!) But then I started college and had no time for stitching.

