I decided – I wish I could remember the sequence of events that led to this decision, but when your decisions about what to make and when are best characterized by the word “whim” their roots are hard to trace – that I should make my husband’s cousins a pair of these throwback stuffed Christmas trees in whimsical (there’s that word again!) fabric. Didn’t you have these in your house growing up? Didn’t everyone? I thought so and consequently have had this conversation several times with my husband:
Me, confused: Really? You didn’t have these growing up?
Me, incredulous: Like, really? You don’t remember them?
We certainly had at least one and I remember them at other people’s houses, too. I’m sure our was made by some well-wisher or other and my mom
grudgingly held onto cherished it for years until she could finally chuck the thing with no guilt it fell apart from all the loving.
I have a fondness for homely objects of yesteryear. Making them in silly fabric elevates them from nostalgic to absurd. Unfortunately the seemingly never-ending bag of poly-fil I’ve had longer than I can remember did finally meet its match on this project and finishing will have to wait until another bag can be acquired.
I bet Hubs’ family had at least 3 of these and he just never noticed.