Last year when I put the Christmas stockings away, unbeknownst to me, there was something wet in the bin, and all year long, the handmade sequined and beaded stockings, two of which I made for my children, and two of which were made by my Aunt Rosemary, were growing mold all over them.
Today I took them to the dry-cleaners to see if they can be cleaned and saved.
I also bought four new stockings online. Not handmade. Not sequined and beaded with love. But they will be embroidered with our names. We can't have another Christmas without stockings. If the old ones survive, I'll have my mother keep them at her house with the others that all match.
You see, everyone in the "A" family has a stocking that looks like those old ones. Mine was made for me when I was a baby, my husband's made for him when we got married, and the children's were made for them when they were born, or near their first Christmas. I made one for my sister-in-law when she was engaged to my brother. It's a big tradition thing in the "A" family.
If those stockings are no more, it will make me very sad. I may end up making four more... I'd rather not have to. My brother and his wife are expecting a baby, so I know the pattern will be brought out to make one for the new baby, and what's FOUR more while we're at it?!
Sigh.
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