When I was a little girl my
mother used to request that our gifts to her were homemade. I thought she was
kidding. Why would any 37-year-old woman want a spray painted macaroni pencil
holder, when they could have a wonderful brooch from the Bay!
But now I get it. I’ve received a lot of gifts over the last four months, and some favorites have been handmade. Not only are they all beautiful, but also in them I feel love, time, and the hands of people who made them.
Charlotte, a girl whom I’ve
never met (but I love anyway, because she’s my friends’ daughter) made me a
worry doll. She has a yellow skirt and white hair, so I think she might be an
Albino Rastafarian. Regardless, she is a constant presence in my bedroom, and
her name is Althea. Though she often lies happily under a pillow, (where she
kindly absorbs my fretting) she sometimes sits on the dresser, and she once
rode in my handbag when I needed her smiling comfort. The cat likes her too.
Christmas is coming and I
have a lot of time on my hands, and a cupboard full of fusilli. So for those
whom I don’t like there’ll be something sparkly and impersonal, but for those I
love, brace yourself for macaroni.
Well,fancy that. You might be right about cursing like a trucker ...then I discovered the purpose of thimbles. Who would have thought?! I love your blogs Jan Jan.
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