I'm signing off for a few days, but I'll leave on a high note with this image of my 4th grade Christmas. My mother handmade the "art aprons" for me and my doll Jenny and guess what? I still have them. I can only describe Christmas day at my house as "magical," not because we were showered with expensive gifts or the latest "it" toy, but because we always received something that was handmade with love by my parents aka Mr. and Mrs. Claus. Whether it was a puppet theatre, custom clothes for our babies, a rubber-band gun, a doll house or a nearly life-sized covered wagon, there was always something under the tree that nobody else had. The most special part about those gifts is that they withstood the test of time. I'm not exactly sure what happened to the covered wagon, but everything else made its way to my home 20+ years later and is waiting (patiently) for a new generation of love.
P.S. she made those pillows in the corner too, she's a star.