Confessions of a Christmas Freak

Christmas is my absolute favorite time of year.  I’ve already been sewing on pillowcases for my kids with the Christmas music rolling.  The girls had a hard time as they each had to give up one of their favorite nightgowns at the end of last winter.  What they will find out Christmas morning is that they have been salvaged.  I cut off the skirts of the gowns and turned them into pillowcases.  I also went through fabric scraps from past clothing and have put together two cases made of crushed panne – a knit material with a velvety texture.  They’re colorful enough for the oldest and soft enough for my sensory gal.  My youngest will be getting a flannel case made out of scraps of pjs past as well as one made of new flannel.  I try to make one of the kids’ gifts each year.  I don’t want it to be all about shiny plastic.

People “can’t believe” that the stores have Christmas items out already, but I revel in it.  I’ve been strolling the aisles of Hobby Lobby and Michael’s and have picked out the one new decoration for the year, which will grace our not so graceful dining room chandelier.  I made placemats and napkins last February, using the placemats as practice for quilting.  I’ve begun filling out the many cards to go out and have been working on the annual letter to go inside.  Baking is next.

I may be crazy, but at least I’m enjoying myself and not hurting anyone else.

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About homereferee

I'm a stay at home mom who sometimes feels more like a tape recorder yelling, "Get apart!".
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