I learned a little something about myself Christmas Eve.
With an old ratty sweater and a striped t-shirt that is now too small for me
(thank you 12 punds of baby weight that won't come off...alright...
12 pounds of chocolate and ice cream that won't come off)
I can make something in a few hours using my sewing machine
that someone more skilled than I can do in
with one eye closed.
It got done.
With a little help from Leif
and a little break to play with Clio on the hammock
and a little entertainment from Chitty Chitty Bang Bang.
Clio got a very homemade stocking after all.