So, what has happened to the Grinch we all know and sometimes love? Where is the real Christine? Have I been abducted by Christmas loving aliens and replaced with one of them? Or does it have something to do with menopause? Is that what's making me all sentimental and sappy, just like the tree I threw out? After years of being indifferent to Christmas, sometimes not even bothering with a tree, this 180 switch will take a little getting used too.
So still in the festive mood, I’m designing new Christmas stockings for next year. Christmas stockings are lovely, full of colour and offer the promise of good things to come. Stockings are small projects that are quickly hooked so you don’t mind the limited time they are displayed. Adorned with whimsical themes you can add buttons and bows, sparkly things and fuzzy wools to tickle the fancy of children of all ages. Maybe even hook and hang one for Rover, so Santa can stuff it with treats and squeaky toys.
I’m going to design another dozen or so stockings for 2013 to add to the collection. If anyone has any suggestions send me your input and I’ll pump them out and get them on the rack. Someone already asked for a King Henri VIII, a male historical figure to offset Mary’s Mona Lisa pattern...a his and her sort of thing. And one person would like a few red cardinals. This doesn’t mean you have to order the patterns just put forth a few ideas to help me along.
2013 is going to be the year of design. I want more, bigger and better. My goal is to catch up to
Pearl McGown and then wiz by her…which isn’t too lofty an idea considering I’m alive and kicking and have several decades ahead of me…cross fingers, knock on wood! Big shoes to fill but I’m going to give it a whirl and over the next couple of years I should be able to put a dent in my target of 3000 patterns. You have to have something to get up in the morning for, besides the need for food and take the dogs out to pee! So there it is, out in black and white, I can’t retract it…it’s carved in stone; I’m going to design my arse off!
P. S. I’m starting to think I shouldn’t eat chocolate before I write. I’m feeling a little jazzed and overly enthusiastic! I found my husband’s stash of dark chocolate Toblerone and had a little nibble waiting for dinner.
Here are three newbies, hot off the press!