{"id":336,"date":"2005-12-21T00:15:19","date_gmt":"2005-12-21T09:15:19","guid":{"rendered":"http:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2005\/12\/21\/my-christmas-memory\/"},"modified":"2005-12-21T01:50:39","modified_gmt":"2005-12-21T10:50:39","slug":"my-christmas-memory","status":"publish","type":"post","link":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/2005\/12\/21\/my-christmas-memory\/","title":{"rendered":"My Christmas Memory"},"content":{"rendered":"<p><a href=\"http:\/\/kenaiwriter.net\/purplemoose\/archives\/000965.html\">Nana Moosie asked for everyone to share their favorite childhood Christmas Mememory<\/a> &#8211; and I thought and thought and thought and thought and thought&#8230;.<\/p>\n<p>And while so many of our childhood christmases were fantastic &#8211; I remember the doll and the clothes that I accidently stumbled upon in the sewing room that nana had made for me &#8211; how excited I was! I remember scavenger hunts to find the &#8216;big&#8217; gifts &#8211; my hope chest being one. I remember the barbie shopping mall that mysteriously showed up on our doorstep one year &#8211; I never did find out who gave that to us, but oh! the shopping my barbies did! (and oh! the sympathy for nana and papa now as I step on stupid little barbie shoes in the middle of the night!)<\/p>\n<p>But really &#8211; my favorite christmas didn&#8217;t involve a gift that I received, or even something from childhood. insteady, my all time favorite gift that i gave had to be Nana&#8217;s christmas tree. See, I am not much of a crafter. I don&#8217;t like to knit or crochet or needle point, or the like. I have absolutely zero patience for it (but I&#8217;ll spend HOURS pixel picking an image without thought. go figure.) and I just never got into it. But one year, I saw a project in a magazine. It was 7 counted cross stitch settings &#8211; size 8in. square, depecting scenes from A Christmas Carol, arranged in a fabric christmas tree framing to make a holiday wall hanging, complete with golden bells tied to the quilted fabric. It was BEAUTIFUL. And I wanted more then anything to make it for my momma.<\/p>\n<p>So I got all the materials, and told her that I was making it for Kevin&#8217;s gramma, who loved handmade things, and had made me a whole bunch of handmade earrings (that my girls love to play with now.). So mom, being fabulous, said if I needed help to let her know. I started work on the cross stitching in october and worked on it every spare moment.  I Stitched. and Stitched. and Stitched. The boy was 1.5 years old at the time, and in between taking care of him, i Stitched and Stitched and Stitched. Each completed one was a triumph. Alas &#8211; I was running WAY behind schedule.<\/p>\n<p>I finished the last one on December 23rd. As I don&#8217;t sew, Mom knew I&#8217;d need help piecing together the fabric frame. I went to her house that night and asked for help &#8211; telling her that if I got it into the mail on the 24th, I&#8217;d feel it were close enough. We worked together.<\/p>\n<p>Then mom finished it. She cut and sewed and helped me put that puppy together, actually FINISHING it for me in the end. I tied on the bells, and we boxed it up ready to send. I thanked her profusely &#8211; and even now I can&#8217;t figure out how she missed Kevin&#8217;s laughter about the whole thing while we worked.<\/p>\n<p>When we got home, I unpacked and repacked it, making sure to shove tissue paper around the bells so the gift wouldn&#8217;t be discovered until completely opened. On Christmas morning, I proudly handed her that gift, and watched her face as she opened it. Just as she opened the box, one of the bells rang &#8211; the tissue had fallen out &#8211; and her jaw dropped and she looked at me with an expression I can&#8217;t describe, but can still see perfectly &#8211; shock, incredulousness, and amused laughter all mingled with the tears as she unwrapped the gift she had helped me finish just a mere 48 hours before.<\/p>\n<p>It turned out beautifully! [<strike>and maybe Nana will take a picture of it for you<\/strike> see the pictures below &#8211; click through for details.] There&#8217;s mistakes in there, but there&#8217;s also MONTHS of planning and needle pricked fingertips and a ton of love in every little bit. And laughter too due to her finishing it for me.<\/p>\n<p>The next year? Gramma made me my own wall hanging, which I hang faithfully every year. Except this one &#8211; I&#8217;ve not relocated it yet. *L* but soon as I find it, up it will go.<\/p>\n<p>Love ya nana moosie! &#8211; that&#8217;s still my alltime favorite christmas gift &#8211; and it wasn&#8217;t even mine!<\/p>\n<p><center><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/75855793\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/40\/75855793_cec3f0abae_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"Nana's Christmas Tree\" \/><\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/75855779\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/43\/75855779_301cce1901_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"Nana's Christmas Tree\" \/><\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/75855756\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/41\/75855756_a41faac1f0_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"Nana's Christmas Tree\" \/><\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/75855731\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/36\/75855731_cc16b22ffd_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"Nana's Christmas Tree\" \/><\/a><br \/>\n<a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/75855713\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/37\/75855713_d2bd78639d_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"Nana's Christmas Tree\" \/><\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/75855695\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/43\/75855695_68b8e1ca5e_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"Nana's Christmas Tree\" \/><\/a> <a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/75855673\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/42\/75855673_6cea5abc47_s.jpg\" width=\"75\" height=\"75\" alt=\"Nana's Christmas Tree\" \/><\/a> <\/p>\n<p><a href=\"http:\/\/www.flickr.com\/photos\/eclat\/75855651\/\" title=\"Photo Sharing\"><img loading=\"lazy\" decoding=\"async\" src=\"http:\/\/static.flickr.com\/43\/75855651_e514ce0199_o.jpg\" width=\"293\" height=\"432\" alt=\"Nana's Christmas Tree\" \/><\/a><\/center><\/p>\n","protected":false},"excerpt":{"rendered":"<p>Nana Moosie asked for everyone to share their favorite childhood Christmas Mememory &#8211; and I thought and thought and thought and thought and thought&#8230;. And while so many of our childhood christmases were fantastic &#8211; I remember the doll and the clothes that I accidently stumbled upon in the sewing room that nana had made [&hellip;]<\/p>\n","protected":false},"author":1,"featured_media":0,"comment_status":"open","ping_status":"open","sticky":false,"template":"","format":"standard","meta":{"footnotes":""},"categories":[1],"tags":[],"class_list":["post-336","post","type-post","status-publish","format-standard","hentry","category-myriad"],"_links":{"self":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/336","targetHints":{"allow":["GET"]}}],"collection":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts"}],"about":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/types\/post"}],"author":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/users\/1"}],"replies":[{"embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/comments?post=336"}],"version-history":[{"count":0,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/posts\/336\/revisions"}],"wp:attachment":[{"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/media?parent=336"}],"wp:term":[{"taxonomy":"category","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/categories?post=336"},{"taxonomy":"post_tag","embeddable":true,"href":"https:\/\/gonfalon.org\/eclat\/wp-json\/wp\/v2\/tags?post=336"}],"curies":[{"name":"wp","href":"https:\/\/api.w.org\/{rel}","templated":true}]}}