A Christmas stocking.

 When we visited my daughter and family last week, the boys were decorating the tree and as we found the hand knit ones I’d made for them, my daughter wanted to know if I had hers still. I said I didn’t because I’ve cleaned out my boxes and didn’t remember seeing it. I wouldn’t have given it away. She insisted I had it and I insisted she’d gotten it.

So, the other day I put my Santa collection out and emptied the whole box as I’m still clearing out. At the bottom wrapped up with mine and my husband’s was the stocking.

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I had already started knitting new one which will now go to her partner.

When I need a break from counting and following graphs, usually later at night, I switch to the no brainer baby afghan. I had 5 that I took to social services last week and the woman was so excited. It made me feel good to feel so appreciated and I enjoy doing them.

With never an idle hand, I’m still addicted to mandalas and doodling in my light sketchbook during the suppertime news. I find it so relaxing.

My legs are recover from the severe sciatica I had last week and I’ve been able to get out for my walks. We had sunshine and fresh snow today and even some sparkle on the trees if you looked up. It felt magical.

Unfortunately, rain is forecast for Wednesday and it’ll be ruined. We always have a good layer of snow here for the winter though.