There is something very comforting to me about an ordinary day. The sort of day when things just seem to hum along to the tune of simplicity.
A bit of Christmas sewing, new stockings needed this year for the family...9 total for Christmas morning. Today I have finished 4 of them. Made of flannel, pattern cut from an old wool stocking that now has a hole in it. I just cut bigger. Made me think about how so often we just rush off to the store to buy a pattern when so often we could just cut up an old garment and use it for a pattern, or do as my grandmother did, just use an old newspaper to make a pattern, working with it until it fit just right.