Fancy stockings and a sparkle wreath.

When I was a senior in college, my sister (newly married) bought me a crock pot.  She has been the domestic influence in my life for a long time.  But I have been slow to utilize this influence.  After college, I stored all my stuff, including my crock pot, at my parents house and moved to D.C. for a few months, then to London, then to law school in Southern California.  That crock pot was stored for quite a long time.

But when I unpacked that crock pot after law school, as I was settling into an apartment in San Antonio, I was really grateful to have some domestic stuff to unpack.

Meg: if you are reading this, the handle just fell off of my crock pot.  I might need a new one.

About the time I finally unpacked the crock pot, Megan started asking me if I needed Christmas decor.  No, no, no.  I don’t need it.  Don’t want it.  Don’t want to store it.  Get it out, put it up, take it down, etc.  No.  But then I bought my loft in Austin and became a little more domestic.  I bought furniture, decorated, and had a vision of what I wanted the place to look like.  And I needed some Christmas decor.  Boy, was Meg thrilled.  I bought a Christmas tree–that was about 1.5 feet tall and gold.  It was easy to take down and put up each year.  Meg supplied me with a tree skirt that was roughly 3 times the size of my tree.  Mom delightfully cleaned out some of her ornaments and I was good to go. I didn’t want anything extra.  Just a tree.

So, this year, when Scott and I bought our house, around the beginning of the Christmas season, Megan, with a tentativeness in her voice as if not to force the issue, asked if I was going to buy a wreath.  Hmmm.  I had not thought of it.  But then I started seeing wreaths made out of magnolia leaves and I got the idea to make a wreath out of MY magnolia tree leaves.  But I confessed to Meg that it would not happen this year.  Too much to do at work.  And of course, I had Christmas cards to complete.  A few days later, a package came in the mail.  The outside was covered in glitter.  I knew what it was.

Meg had made me a wreath.  She even supplied the door hanger.  And it is really fun!  It screams Christmas, and I really needed “Christmas” screamed at my front door.  If ever there was a season for glitter, I do believe Christmas is it.

I am thrilled to have a sister who knows what I need.

I also had another necessity: stockings.

I found a remnant of Schumacher’s Chiang Mai Dragon on ebay for $50.  It was just under a 1/3 of a yard.  I know this seems like a lot of cash, but when the other alternative is buying it through an interior designer for $150 a yard with a 2 yard minimum, a remnant on ebay seems pretty great.  I have loved this fabric for a long time–great colors, beautiful texture of fabric, and very rich looking.  I knew I couldn’t use it to cover a couch, but I wanted a touch.  And stockings were just the thing!

And here they are, in all their majesty.  My mom made them for me.

Thanks, Mom.  They are exactly what I wanted.

The back has some khaki linen that Mom already had.  The top is something from Hancock fabrics.  I think I spent $2 on it.

The orange ribbon was used in our wedding.  And that, my friends, is about as sentimental as I can muster.

I sure am grateful for a mom and sister who let me embrace Christmas decor and anything domestic slowly and gently.

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