Every so often, during the long dim Grey, the morning sun will find its way to a little patch of mountain. It's a tease, a momentary glimpse of how glorious all this new snow would look if it actually were a sunny day. Which it isn't, of course, but a little reminder goes a long way.
I haven't managed much in the way of "just for us" Christmas crafting this year, but I stole an hour from the haste and hustle yesterday to make two of these:
Strata rules don't permit a natural tree in our condo, and while I don't miss cleaning up the mess, I do miss the sweet scent. This is a rectangle of thrifted, felted sweater, machine sewed to form a little pouch, filled with rice and a few drops of essential oil of pine, and sewn shut. A little decorative stitching hides the ungainly machine seams (helpful gifting hint: I would not say no to a decent serger. In addition to the loom and the spinning wheel. Just sayin'.) Ten seconds in the microwave helps get the scent circulating.