I decided to make Mr Teacakes his own Christmas stocking this year...it is black, manly and was filled to the brim with chilli-related food goodness.
After Dinosaur-boy brought home a beautiful little stocking that he had stitched at school, Zebra-girl was overcome with jealousy and insisted that we make more the very next day. In 'boy-in-the-know' mode Dinosaur-boy gave us instructions as to how we could go about making them and we passed a happy couple of hours on the floor of Zebra-girl's room jabbing our fingers, re-threading needles, and trying to stop the cats from attacking the thread.
When Mr Teacakes asked what we'd got up to that day I showed him the photos that I'd taken of the Teacakes sewing that morning. You love their little hands and feet, don't you, he observed when he looked through them. That could be very true...my camera lens seems to gravitate towards them...those and appley cheeks.
A couple of months ago I remember seeing a hand-stitched love note somewhere on the Internet (anyone know where...I'm sure it mentioned something to do with breakfast?) and felt inspired to make my own to give to Mr Teacakes as a Christmas gift. There's something so satisfying about recreating lined paper...
...while at the same time being so very odd. I wondered if he would look at it and wonder how it differed from me writing it on an actual piece of paper and framing it...but being my lovely Mr Teacakes he completely got it and afterwards told me that it was one of the nicest gifts I'd ever given to him. I have so many lovely gifts that I was on the receiving end of to blog about, but as they are book and fabric related, there will be no need to mention Christmas when I show you them so they can take up a whole post of their own without feeling like unwanted second-helpings. Hurrah!
So the New Year - the cakes, mentioned in my last post, passed the test and nobody was able to guess at what the secret ingredient might have been. After a wonderful evening of magic tricks, stair surfing and other dangerous games we walked home with our babes at 2 in the morning just as fresh snow began to fall (dinosaur-boy was perky having slept on an airbed near the food table for almost the entire evening (no doubt with dreams of all sorts of lovely nibblets), while Zebra-girl finally looked sleepy-eyed having stayed up to see in the new year with her lovely friend).
(this photo was taken at my Mama's house - one of my favourite cosy images to remember from this year's Christmas spent there...moments later the glasses were filled and the merrymaking began).
And here is our lovely Snow Cat (it's become a seasonal name), Bella, who after a day or so of marauding anxiously by the back door wondering where we had put the garden eventually ventured out and realised that not only does the lovely whiteness give her new-found chameleon-like tendencies, but also that there is much fun to be had in it and she can be seen ploughing up and down the garden joyfully startled by every icy thigh-deep step she takes.