A styrofoam ball, sequins and pins

That title up there sums up my day. Yesterday I made a comfy thing out of two $3 WalMart fleece throws and some fiberfill. It didn’t turn out half bad. But today, today I had to get in the Christmas/Holiday spirit by “doing.”

Yes, I again enjoyed the zoning out work of crafting something, but yes, I also was reminded of the endless repetition with very slow visible progress. I have a wee bit to yet yet, sprucing it up and whatnot, but, for the most part, it is done. It glitters. It pleases me to look at it and imagine it reflecting a bubble light.

It reminds me of my grandmother teaching me to embroider; it also reminds me of my mother’s setting at the big oak table with a huge Christmas tree skirt and bins of sequins and gold lame thread and reindeer stuff. I have that tree skirt still. I had to sew those sequins on and I used my grandmother’s engraved thimble from the days when such things were considered special gifts.

Suddenly I am thinking of making a sequined voodoo doll . . .