I wasn't about to show you my stockings and then my darling friend Fairmaiden asked so sweetly that I couldn't resist. I have to admit it's somewhat embarrassing owning stockings so large and they're not necessarily the prettiest either, but they are huge and you can load them up with an assortment of wonderful and magical gifts. The one above belongs to sweet hubby.
Hubby and I started dating around the beginning of September so when Christmas rolled around and we were still dating we started sharing childhood Christmas memories. I was sharing with him how opening my stocking Christmas morning was my favorite part of the holiday. My mom always put the best gifts in each of our stockings and in my excitement I always crept out of bed in the middle of the night to see what was inside. Then I would peek in my sisters too...oops!
Then hubby started sharing his stocking stories. He and his siblings would pull a sock out of their drawer and hang it up on the fireplace mantle. Then Christmas morning they would all go screaming out of their beds to see what was in their socks. SOCKS THAT THEY WORE ON THEIR FEET! My hubby had no Christmas stocking...isn't that sad? He laughed about eating hard candy that had sock fuzz on it. Yuck! I'm a finicky girl and surly would have thrown those candies away!
So that year I made him a stocking and filled it with all sorts of fun and wacky gifts.
The stocking above is mine. I've been wanting to make a new one with a crazy quilt toe and vintage lace, but I haven't been unable to find the time. Maybe I'll start in July.
This was my original stocking ...the one my mother said belonged to a greedy child. I was seventeen when I stitched it together on my little'ol sewing machine and I thought it was quite clever with its bright red stripes. Now I look at it and think, "what were you thinking?" It has been passed down to the bunnies and the birds and the puppies who all in their turn have enjoyed crawling or hopping into the top and finding all sorts of magical toys and treats.