I'm joining the ladies at Elizabeth Foss' blog today to talk about stitching.
Two Sundays ago, on the Feast of Christ the King, our parish published in the bulletin an article about the Jesse Tree. We have "done" the Jesse Tree in the past, but lack of, shall I say, enthusiasm, has kept that tree and its ornaments packed away for a year or two. I had no intention of doing it this year. And then I saw how thorough the article was...all those scripture verses, all those symbols for the ornaments, and I caved, again. I disliked our old ornaments, made hastily from cheap craft foam. I decided they needed to be embroidered. Beautiful thread, beautiful wool felt like the felt I use for my scapulars. Oh, yes. Sigh.
Don't get me wrong, I love the embroidery. Love it. This felt is so beautiful (I get it here). I am having a ball stitching them. It's not the sewing that is stressing me, but the lack of enthusiasm in my family is still there. And I am letting them ruin it for me. After a dear friend suggested I stop stressing myself out about it, I decided to do it just for myself. I will read the scripture verses and I will hang the little ornaments myself. Joy.
So far I have five and I am getting one done each day, sometimes two. I switch back and forth between sewing a scapular and an ornament.
I love my little Jesse Tree. My mom gave it to me when my Noah was born. It's hard to see how small it is, but the ornaments are slightly larger than a quarter.
Also on the list of projects is a new stocking. Until yesterday (to be honest, yesterday evening) when Faith got the stockings out, I had forgotten that I threw mine away last year. It was an ugly store-bought stocking and I didn't like. I thought I would have a whole year to stitch a new one! Hahahaha! I did, but unfortunately I forgot about the old stocking about thirty seconds after I threw it in the trash. And so, or sew as the case may be, I pulled out some precut (thank goodness) squares last night and stitched. I feared it wasn't meant to be after I broke two needles, unfortunately my last one, and so I had to finish up by hand and didn't get a chance to quilt it. But there it is anyway.
And while I am photographing the mantel, I thought I'd show you the whole thing. I mentioned in a post last week that my husband tore the old mantel off the wall, after he ordered a new fireplace screen. He decided the old mantel was too low -- too close to the fire -- and started over. Here is his handy work with a new wreath I put together. I ordered some pretty, sparkly candles for Christmas (which have not arrived yet) and I have my Kitchen Madonna up there right now, but I am hoping she will be replaced by a slightly taller Blessed Mother statue for Christmas. Whadya say Santa?
I still have my St. Francis book by my bed, but I admit I started Little Women last night. I love Little Women at Christmas.