Since we didn't put up a Christmas tree this year, our hall tree is standing in as gift sentry. heh
This is a post on gifts. (I know, the title. Duh.) Not an exhaustive post, mind you; I just want to share some high points so far. The first is one I gave to Brian's violin teacher. I often take photos of their cats, and their dogs when they're out, while we are at his house for weekly lessons. Gertrude, their beloved oldest cat, passed away this fall, so I had Shutterfly make this enameled metal ornament from one of my photos and gave it to them early in their card. The next week teacher and wife thanked me effusively, and pointed it out hanging above Gertrude's favorite napping spot.
My dear friend Debbie gave me a belated birthday present when we attended our dressage chapter Christmas party:
She has given me a dated bulldog ornament for eight or nine years running; I adore them all! Someday I'll find a stand of some sort to display them all together, maybe year-round. "Teacup Bullie" is a lonely-only-ornament this year....
Do you see that lovely texture under the ornament? Some time ago I sent blogpal Theresa the remainder of the yarn I'd spun for my homeschool textiles class from a longwool sheep. It was too coarse to use in knitted garments, so I thought she could weave something with it. Never did I expect she would weave something for ME with it – especially one of her exquisite birch bark runners!
That's not all, either. Apparently to balance the understated natural palette of the runner, she gifted me this wild FatCatKnits fiber to spin:
Doesn't that look like the perfect antidote to winter? I can hardly wait to get it on my miniSpinner!
The runner coordinates perfectly with a beautiful collectors' plate I got at that dressage chapter Christmas party. One of our members inherited a bunch of plates from this (Diana Casey) and another artist – then brought them to the party for us each to choose one as a sort of door prize! Generosity upon undeserved generosity; it is truly humbling, and inspires me to be more generous myself.
Isn't that the Spirit of the very first Christmas?
SO grateful at . . .