Daily Notes- December 19

Making.   It's really what I enjoy most about this Holiday Season.  Making.  Baking.  Cooking.  I got this image from the free image site Pixbay and I have a mitten like this one cut out and ready for blanket stitch, some stuffing and then ...well, I am trying to think where to display the little buggers.

I made a couple felt trees but didn't add another color like the white on red tree.  I added big buttons to mine--like ornaments.  And no reindeer--I made a black Scottie dog with a red collar.  Since I love symmetry, I need to cut out another Scottie and have him face the opposite way.  For a garland perhaps on the fireplace mantle.  I think the regular Attic has two garlands (with lights) still unopened from a Target haul after Christmas about 8 years or more ago.  Or in the kitchen window--behind the orchid table and across from the sink.  The sink where so much washing up gets done over the Holidays.

I also did find some browned butter colored felt for my gingerbread felt ornament. I was going to blanket stitch as they discussed "treason" on MSNBC but started reading The Witch Elm by Tana French instead.  And then we went out for Chinese.  G had the BIG bowl of hot and sour soup and I had the dumplings.  No main dish.  It was enough and getting out of the house was "grand" as they said in Witch Elm.  I don't recommend the book.  I got to halfway and I am quitting.  The book had some possibilities but in the end--I didn't give a hoot for the characters and the plot was circling the bowl.

Still can't find the push pins for hanging up the Christmas Cards.  Did find a Mont Blanc pen--still works and a silver Cartier pen that needs a cartridge.  The silver needed some cleaning and is now sparkling like new in it's red 1980's presentation box.  I also found a photo of my son--on the day he was born, sound asleep in an incubator.   G said they put all the newborns in them. I had no idea they did that.  He was two weeks early and 8 pounds 3 ounces.  Sweet Baby.

My word for the day: nap. The sun is shining--its 29 degrees and I am making chicken soup for G.