When I went looking for decorations for my doors this year and couldn’t find them, Pasiano and Yolanda reminded me that I’d given them my wreaths last year, although I know I have another one made out of seashells by my sister Betty. Time was short, however, so instead I stuck up these two stockings. The smaller, which sports an angora beard and hair, was knitted by a friend of my sister who bought it and gave it to me when I was seven years old. (62 years ago. It is a wonder the moths have allowed it to survive.) The larger one was given to me by my friend Liz forty years ago.
lifelessons - a blog by Judy Dykstra-Brown 