I feel known. Thoroughly known.
I mean, there was this. (You already know that.) But also, I feel known:
As a person who loves big old scissors.
Thank you, Grandma Mary. I really like these.
As a person who thinks that any and all things could and should be made from old (abandoned) polyester.
Thank you, Meredith, for knowing that anything made by Blue Corduroy is a must-have. I have been staring at that jacket for ages--wanting to buy it for Baby Pumpkinhead. So happy to see it on her.
As a collector of stools.
Thank you, Leslie, for setting aside weird ottoman-ish stools for me. And bringing them to my house. And knowing that I will make friends with them.
As the proud new owner of my Dream Button.
Thank you, Kris, for making this for me. My. Exact. Wish. It is attached to my favorite jacket and I shake my head at my good life that it could arrive to me in the mail out of nowhere.
You will note here that I have only pictures of gifts given to me, and almost no record of what I actually made in this last frenetic Christmas Blowout Extravaganza. I did make some napkins. (Sorry, VCC, I know this was probably supposed to be something that needed more drum rolling, but there you have it. I was just trying to make napkins. NAPKINS for the Good Gracious. And I became completely unable to pull it off. First I turned a straightforward project into a complicated one, and then after I simplified it, I became ENTIRELY uninterested. I am both complex and mildly silly).
I did make a lovely pillow from more of these old quilts (I used pieces of that one at the top) for my sweet Grandma whose mother made them.
And I sewed some pillow covers. (Have become a Thorough Believer in the Envelope Pillow Cover.) By the by, if you have no idea what I'm talking about, do ask because it is the easiest thing ever and completely impressive-looking after you pull it off.
Mostly, though, I ended up making salsa in jars. I know--right? I love to sew and there I was in the kitchen. It's red and green, at least. What can I say?
I have not finished living out my last year's New Year's Resolution. I promise.
This year's resolution: Remain Un-Mentally-Ill.
Solid goal. I feel sure that your presence in my life will a part of what ensures my success.
