With the sound of Il Divo singing Oh Holy Night, the smell of Christmas potpourri smearing in the crockpot, and AppleJack reading the Sunday paper, Christmas decorating continues at Thistle Manor. I don't have any glass ornaments so I decorate my feather tree with minature baskets.
Having made a few baskets, I have true appreciation for the skill needed to make such a tiny basket.
The flock of sheep are keeping watch atop the mill chest.
This is the angel tree in Sister C's room.
I am very blessed with many angels in my life. This was a gift from one of my gardening angels/friends.
Hey Nicola, see that sampler on the right behind the angels? It's a Scarlet Letter. (It's a golden oldie will have to do some homework for the details)
The snowman tree sitting atop my Uncle's pie safe, Think snow guys.
Are you guys thinking snow?
While Callie Mae put down the whip long enough to take a nap,
I put in a few stitches on the Lydia sampler, hope she takes a long nap.