Tonight we will have our annual “end of Christmas celebration”, where my daughter and I camp out in the living room. Before falling asleep, when it’s dark except for the lights on the tree, we discuss Christmas… what it means, what our favorite things this year were, what we hope for next year, plus a few girly things. I love this special time with her and hope we can continue for many more years, although I suspect she won’t want to once she hits those icky teenage years.
In one final burst of Christmas cheer, I wanted to share some of the ornaments from my past. These are on my parent’s tree, and (in some cases) I’m surprised they’re still around.
Here’s my first grade picture-in-a-pie-tin ornament:
And here’s the “sputnik” thing I made with my grandmother when I was a kid (not sure how old). Remember these? Made by putting beads on pins and pushing into styrofoam balls?
And finally, here’s proof that I was cross stitching 21 years ago:
simple pleasure: handmade ornaments that remind me of special times