A beaded necklace

I’m very proud of myself, I taught myself how to make a tubular (as in like a tube, not as in cool) necklace with seed beads using the peyote stitch.   I did a lot of experimenting with color patterns, then mostly settled on black with occasional red spots.

Once I finished the whole thing I put a clip on it so it can be used as a lanyard and I gave it to my sister for Christmas.

Where I stood, in my Christmas slippers

Looking at the still undecorated and unlit tree.   We’ll get to it.  

Meanwhile, Mark has a well deserved rest, and Rhythm has an undeserved rest.  

Harmony pauses between trouble making.

As you know, on Christmas eve the animals are given the gift of speech at midnight.   I waited patiently to see what my cats had to say.   At the stroke of midnight, they pointed at each other and said, in unison, “She did it.”   That’s all I got out of them.

In other news, if you are interested in a picture of my husband from 1990, there is one on Ebay, believe it or not.   Even I’m not willing to spring $10, and I love him!   Click here if you want to see it.

Easy felt garland

I have seen many kinds of felt garland this year, and I’ve never seen it before this year.   I don’t know if the idea is new, or if, more likely, I live in a cave.   Anyway, I’ve seen everything from carefully punched out perfect circles to misshapen squares and I’ve loved them all.   I decided to try my hand at it with scraps of felt, a sewing machine and a scissors.   Here’s how it turned out:

I made rough multi-colored circles and mossy green squares, I folded the squares diagonally to give them some dimension.   I would have liked to keep the circles a dark red, but I didn’t have any so I used bright red, purpley-blue and white.

I was hoping for a little more of a “holly”: look and less of a “scrap felt sewn together” look, but all in all I’m pretty happy with it!

Our Tree

This is the sincere tree lot where we found our Christmas tree.   I love the ritual of looking them all over and finding the right tree.   It strikes me as a very bizarre custom, dragging a tree into your house and decorating it.   Nobody asks why we drag trees into our houses, it’s just what we do.

I dressed warm, and checked them all out.   Mark and I tend to choose our tree by smell.

This was the winner.   When we asked the tree guy why this one was lighter green and had more smell, he said this was one of the few they didn’t paint.   She’s on top of the van, still, we’ll need to bring her in soon.